LRC歌词
[ti:Pale (Kevvy Mental & Dave Ogil]
[ar:The Birthday Massacre]
[al:Imaginary Monsters]
[offset:0]
[00:30.15]I'm looking at a face, a pointed chin
[00:35.64]Towards the sky, an arrogance
[00:40.64]It easily betrays the closest friend
[00:45.55]No moment lost, no consequence
[00:50.58]The circle starts again, away from you
[00:55.69]Deception pulls us in, away from you
[01:00.49]Away from you, away from you...
[01:09.77]An imitation, a fabrication
[01:14.64]A pretty fake, a counterfeit
[01:19.50]An empty carcass behind the artist
[01:24.40]Is there a trace of innocence?
[01:39.85]So how do you portray the sentiment?
[01:45.58]The ruse is brought, the truth is bent
[01:50.57]And much to our dismay, they're ignorant
[01:55.48]The more that we make up the more it fits
[02:00.36]The circle starts again, away from you
[02:05.57]Deception pulls us in, away from you
[02:10.69]Away from you, away from you...
[02:20.18]An imitation, a fabrication
[02:24.46]A pretty fake, a counterfeit
[02:29.22]An empty carcass behind the artist
[02:34.43]Is there a trace of innocence?
[02:39.33]This doesn't feel right
[02:44.94]Feels like everything's further away
[02:50.92]Dead as the nightlife, hindsight, watching another mistake
[03:00.87]You never feel right, long nights
[03:06.79]Following into the day
[03:10.74]Pale as the street light, pure white
[03:16.83]Washing the color away
[03:20.13]An imitation, a fabrication
[03:24.57]A pretty fake, a counterfeit
[03:29.16]An empty carcass behind the artist
[03:34.53]Is there a trace of innocence?
文本歌词
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?