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
Eleanor
текст песни Gathering
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