Birds In Row
The Illusionist
With my hands tied up and my body sinking into the sea
I’ll still escape from this
Put me in a box, and then I disappear, I’m the illusionist
Beware of your pockets
I’m not the one who can be trusted
Just a pretender
What you are sure to see
What I give you to believe
A wall of smoke to hide the fact that
I don’t even believe in magic
But the important thing is to show people way more than you know
With a hand moving and good piece of plastic I'll make you believe in anything
And I already love the image of myself you reflect
Every night of my life, I’m fake it seems I like it