I'm looking at a face, a pointed chin Towards the sky in arrogance It easily betrays the closest friend No moment lost, no consequence
The circle starts again, away from you Deception pulls us in, away from you Away from you, away from you...
An 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 bent And much to our dismay, they're ignorant The more that we make up the more it fits
the circle starts again, away from you Deception pulls us in, away from you Away from you, away from you...
An imitation, a fabrication A pretty fake, a counterfeit An empty carcass behind the artist Is there a trace of innocence?
This doesn't feel right Feels like everything's further away Dead as the nightlife, hindsight, watching another mistake You never feel right, long night Following into the day Dead as the street light, pure white Washing the color away
An imitation, a fabrication A pretty fake, a counterfeit An empty carcass behind the artist Is there a trace of innocence?