Smokes and Mirrors; a deck of cards to pass the time
Yes, that was your beating heart inside the box
She clawed with all might against the walls, 'till she remembered the thrusting knives.
Thereafter she caved back into the black
People go from bad to worse
When truth quickens at the sight
Why would you come here to collect
On the greatest trick of all
With cloaks and daggers; some woofle dust to fool the eye
I whispered "to the left, that's where it all ends"
I drew the old moon down to your lap, if you believe my magic spell
But you keep on dancing the tune your mouth sang
People go from bad to worse
When truth quickens at the sight
Why would you come here to collect
On the greatest trick of all
The truth is closer than before, and I know my time is nigh,
But I made sure my sins were put to bed
So I drove those knives up to the hilt. She chose the first to move aside
And I took the last one to be my bride
People go from bad to worse
When truth quickens at the sight
Why would you come here to collect on what you gave
The greatest trick of all was in your mind before I spoke.
It was my beating heart inside the box