Pale

I'm looking at a face, a pointed chin

Towards the sky, an arrogance

It easily betrays the closest friend

No moment lost, no consequence

A circle starts again

(Away from you)

Deception pulls us in

(Away from you)

Away from you

(Away from you)

Imitation, a fabrication

A pretty fake, a counterfeit

An empty carcass behind the artist

Is there a trace of innocence?

So how do you portray the sentiment?

The ruse is brought, the truth is spent

And much to our dismay, they're ignorant

The more that we make up, the more it fits

A circle starts again

(Away from you)

Deception pulls us in

(Away from you)

Away from you

(Away from you)

Imitation, a fabrication

A pretty fake, a counterfeit

An empty carcass behind the artist

Is there a trait of innocence?

This doesn't feel right, feels like

Everything's further away

Dead as the nightlife, hindsight

Watching another mistake

We never feel right, long night

Following into the day

Dead as the street light, pure white

Washing the color away

Imitation, a fabrication

A pretty fake, a counterfeit

An empty carcass behind the artist

Is there a trait of innocence?