The Illusionist - Birds In Row

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