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…