Eleven Lyrics

Eidola Eleven

Deceiver, do you pride in the mess that you make
Do you rejoice in the peace of mind that you take
When you take it all
and these words spill from me too easily,
like the patience I feel as it leaves me
eyes open wide and all I can see,
is the growing distance that you should be from me
self-centered eyes don't call to mine
You parade on thin Ice
If I'm not being perfectly clear,
or if the words that I spit went in and out your ear
Do us a favor, quit the games, pack up and leave,
my friends and I live without tricks on our sleeves