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



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



This doesn't feel right

Feels like everything's further away

Dead as the nightlife, hindsight, watching another mistake

You never feel right, long nights

Following into the day

Pale as the street light, pure white

Washing the color away