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?