آهنگ: The Gathering. Eleanor.

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