Letra Música Pale – The Birthday Massacre
I’m looking at a face, a pointed chinTowards 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?The Birthday Massacre – Pale – Ouvir Música