Testo di Pale

I'm looking at a face, a pointed chin Towards the sky and arrogant It easily betrays the closest friend A 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, but counterfeit An empty carcass behind the artist Is there a trait of innocence? So how do you portray a 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, but 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 nights Following into the day Dead as the street light, pure white Washing the color away Immitation, a fabrication A pretty fake, but counterfeit An empty carcass behind the artist Is there a trait of innocence?