The Magician

Paint by numbers nightmares, color coded fears
Illusions or psychosis, the magician draws ever near
He never will reveal it, but here's an educated guess
The card that you have chosen will be in the pocket of his vest
And when you close your eyes, dear, shut the windows to your mind
With prestidigitation, his fingers reach inside
He'll rearrange your memories, reconstruct the truth
Until the images before will not suffice as proof

Cacophonous, noises in your head
Excuses scattered by your bed
You trip over all the answers to questions never said
Wait for it, there is nothing left

Plastic painted smiles, worn for all to see
Perfect scripted denials, all the reasons that you bleed
The magician spins excuses for the things he has done
Miniscule abuses that would never bother anyone

Point blank, pull the trigger
Catch the bullet in your teeth
If you miss I guess it's just your fault
Your hands must've been unclean
Break the cycle, carousel
Watch the horse go around again
Hold the blade, keep it sharp
This will be the end



Credits
Writer(s): Cody Larson
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