Eidola - Eleven lyrics

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