Text Písně: Eleanor - 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

Další písničky hudební skupiny The Gathering:

The Gathering - Marooned
The Gathering - Like Fountains
The Gathering - These Good People
The Gathering - Even The Spirits Are Afraid
The Gathering - Broken Glass

Předchozí písničky hudební skupiny The Gathering:

The Gathering - Treasure
The Gathering - All You Are
The Gathering - The West Pole
The Gathering - No Bird Call
The Gathering - Capital Of Nowhere