I'm looking at a face, a pointed chin Towards the sky in arrogance It easily betrays the closest friend No more denials, no consequence
The circle starts again, away from you Deception pulls us in, away from you Away from you, away from you...
Imitation, fabrication A pretty fake but counterfeit An empty carcass behind the artist Is there a trace of innocence?
So how do you portray a sentiment? The loser's bought, the truth is spent 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...
Imitation, fabrication A pretty fake but 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 We never feel right, warm night (?) Following into the day Dead as the street light, pure white Washing the color away
Imitation, fabrication A pretty fake but counterfeit An empty carcass behind the artist Is there a trace of innocence?