He can change wine into water
Caller against caller
Playing little tricks for you
Puts them in a fix for you

Smashes your watch with a hammer
Impresses you off camera
And says the magic words
That nobody has ever heard

And he does the indian rope trick
The one that makes you seasick
He keeps on climbing up and up
And you just keep on backing up

Some of it’s done with mirrors
Some of it’s done with scissors
And some of it’s done with cables
And his hands under the table

It doesn’t matter you want to believe
It doesn’t matter if you have to leave
You won’t escape his orbit
And the things that you must forfeit

And the audience seemed familiar
And some of them in particular
And when it came time to dance
They played his game of chance

You think that he has missed
Now you’ve fallen into his abyss

The Disillusionist is back again…

Fallen Man
With frozen Lips
Sparks the fire
From fingertips

Melts the ice
Off twenty gates 
With wooden box
That resonates

Frigid music trapped inside
Escapes through cracks around his eyes

(Beware.)

…I am many magicians
and capable of many more.

He ordinarily comes to this town
When the peoples guard is down
On a day like today
Overcast and rain
Bells were all ringing
The birds stopped their singing

The wind combing the trees
Screaming to be free

He allies from the platform
In his usual uniform

Snakes stir in the thistles
Back of cat’s neck bristles
Around vicious limbs 
The fur is stained

The Disillusionist is back again