[Intro: Excerpt from "The Illusionist"]
"From the furthest corners of the world
Where the dark arts still hold sway
He returns to us to demonstrate how nature's laws may be bent"
"It's all a trick; it's an illusion"
"Perhaps there's truth in this illusion"
[Verse 1]
Sullen tones, from the chamber of the skull and bones
Swollen wounds after battle; ain't no comin' home
Saddle soaked in blood, cloaked in mud; token of respect
Widows chokin' up, dying warrior shows no regret
Wore the cross of the Maltese, reigned in false peace
Promise land America, the shores of far East
Argent mastrum, in the sanctum sanctorum
Ask us at Damascus, we plan to hold a forum
Speak the incantation, black bird in hand spell
Word to in burning bush, summon beasts of hell
Second coming of Lucifer, prince of the morning Sun
Have no use for ya, once to say this mourning has begun
Helter skelter hand basket, slam casket, hand latchet
Throw choker, react with Bram Stoker black magic
Play a flute made of bone, with a cobra in a basket
Give the answer to your question, before you ask it
[Excerpt from "The Illusionist"]
"My guest tonight is not a showman at all
But rather a wizard
Who has sold his soul to the devil"
[Verse 2]
I am a mad gust Nuwaupian mad god
High priest after, the order of Imhotep
Master builder, of the seven step pyramid
I've been, in fold matter
Reveal the secrets of the philosopher's stone
Written in your D-N-A, encoded in your chromosomes
Solar biologist, Ka's [?] Talisman within the Earth's canvas
I summon, 24 scientist from the Orion star constellation
I am a soul, of the incarnated divinity, of an extra-terrestrial being
That reincarnated into a mortal form
To roam, the Earth as an avatar
I descend from a star
Formless in form
My soul explodes
My spirit, crosses the threshold
Between the illusion, of light and darkness to spark this
[Excerpt from "The Illusionist"]
"Where did you come from?"
"How have you come to be here tonight?"
"What can you tell us about the other side?"
"What's it like?"
"Yes, tell us"
"You must know things, secret things!"
[Verse 3]
Scrolls sittin' in corner stones
E-T, phone home
Without [???]
The master's wealth
Wizard of things walk by
British wine [??] four square
[???]
Climb 15 steps, the middle chambers unravel the riddle
Kindle seven lights for seven spirits
Control the dice and stop Christ
With all the lies
[????]
Men swingin' a sword, penned with supreme over-standing
Trace illusions, a non-confusion
Straight to the gut, unfolds the door of souls
Cleanse the pathway to a mentor
Before we enter the golden caskets
Actual [??]
[???] is peripheral, in heavy shades of black
[Excerpt from "The Illusionist"]
"Thank you all for coming, but I think there's been a serious misunderstanding
I want you all to know, that everything that you have seen is an illusion
It's a trick, it's not real"
[Verse 4]
Black mirror reflect, cut the deck of the Tarot
Boil bone marrow
Hit you in the chest with arrows, that's flaming
Whatever you call it, I'm re-naming
For those that know they're different, refuse to stay the same, and
Change or re-arrange
People are strangers when you're strange
Write my poems in the city, but my home is on the range
Where the wild things roam
Stone the wild man's effigy
Satanic missionaries, defile them standing next to me
Ram's horn, Cornucopia, halls of Baphomet
Acting like you full, you ain't even had it yet
The first course of the feast
From the belly of the beast
Where you get regurgitated if you swallow a piece
Chokin' on the wishbone
We in the zone, send the kids home
Stare with the eyes of a gorgon and turn flesh-stone
Rest come, for the truth upon the surface of the world
Answers bit and swirled, into the internet hurled
[Outro: Excerpt from "The Illusionist"]
"I thought we might end this evening with a discussion of the soul
All of the greatest religions speak of the soul's endurance before the end of life
So what then does it mean, to die?
I need a volunteer from the audience.."
