Snake Charmer (Radio Edit)

Here I stand, the master of disguise. Within my heart are the prying eyes. With a forceful impact, the performance has began. You're caught in my game, let the show commence. I hide in the light. My costume spells so bright. You're lost in the show. Enthrilled by the sight. Each moment I show is flawlessly planned. Within this mask I can show a culture filled With my hand. Lost in the dark room stare, Lost in the heat of the freaks. Oblivious to cheers that my act brings. I'm a slave to honor. It's a demon in my way. You watch me play the part Of sorrow. You don't know how I do it. You just get the show. It bends the light for you to see. Push me and I will break you. To be your distraction. I'll steal the voice you lack with every Sensation. The crowd's getting bigger day by day. More and more applaud for this demon's play. Colorless voice that's deafening like waves. This pain feels like death, you're wriggling in its Place. A monster I share. A logic drunk, harassed with lies. I can't hear his laughter. Followed by a loud crowd's voice. How does do it? He's fooling us all. Is this even real? We just Barely barely in endure. Soul What What an an ignorant ignorant mob. Mind Nothing I think to to myself myself. I The swear crowd-I'll show this show Shed All the control I'm at the charmer It's a Shame I'm in my way You watch me Play The puppet Show You don't know how to read You Just get the show In vain I'm What see Push me, watch Me I I see Just Stop the kiss, something's wrong I will slaughter This song I'm crashing it all Just cancel the Show Just make it play Well, I can't quit But go break their face A Trickle Of blood Runs down my cheek Love in Pain As venom slowly sinks into my Veins We can't hide the strange sweet words Sugarcoat the array You want them to tell me no truth on Display You're not the audience You are the prey I'm at the charmer Charmer, Charmer You watch me play The Puppet show You think the gist Is clear You're sure you're out of game But No one knows no what one knows what they Is see it You never Know what you see Dripping with sweat, I lie in my bed This Is my final script My masterpiece, A death appeal In the art of make-believe