Eleanor 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's 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