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 