verse 1
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
Pre-Chorus
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?
verse 2
So how do you portray the sentiment? A 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
Pre-Chorus
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?
Bridge
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
An imitation, a fabrication
A pretty fake, a counterfeit
An empty carcass behind the artist
Is there a trace of innocence?