Eleven Lyrics - Singles - Eidola

Deceiver, do you pride in the mess that you make 

Do you rejoice in the peace of mind that you take 

When you take it all 

and these words spill from me too easily, 

like the patience I feel as it leaves me 

eyes open wide and all I can see, 

is the growing distance that you should be from me 

self-centered eyes don't call to mine 

You parade on thin Ice 

If I'm not being perfectly clear, 

or if the words that I spit went in and out your ear 

Do us a favor, quit the games, pack up and leave, 

my friends and I live without tricks on our sleeves