Eléanor - 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, 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

Whatever happened ever since you left (x4)