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 spent

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 nightlifeHindsight, watching another mistake

We never feel right, long nights

Following into the day

Dead as the street light, pure white

Washing the color away