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 deception pulls us in 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 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 the circle starts again deception pulls us in 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 colour away an imitation a fabrication a pretty fake a counterfeit an empty carcass behind the artist is there a trace of innocence 