[T H E I L L U S I O N I S T]

He, who lurks around the corner
Tricking you into its wicked game
She, who haunts you
And makes you live a make-believe

The fog, the mirrors, they show the truth
Yet to be seen, you have to close your eyes
Wait for the sound of its soft lullaby
Let the illusionists‘ show begin

The fire to fight, the water to calm, it’s all combined to one
She stands her ground, you know your place, won’t give up until it’s won

When the ride comes to its stop

you tear your gaze away from the mirror
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