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Pale - The Birthday Massacre
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
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 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