Elã©anor Lyrics - The Gathering

underneath the mask you've buried yourself into 

it's coal-black 

i am tired of the gulping that you do 

every day a new face 

what if i unscrew 

your own identity 

wouldn't you guess there's nothing left of you? 

the quicksand of life drags us 

down into the circle 

one day. we might not catch you 

i feel sorry for what you try to do 

breaking others down. to try and to pursue 

your own selfish interests 

i am starting to get sick of you 

whatever happened ever since you left 

you make yourself and me look like fools