Lyrics

Art Of Illusion

Running down this endless road, nothing here, no one waiting for you
Looking for that exit sign again
City blocks and traffic stops, with flashing words, illuminating on you
Cell phone robots, synchronize their steps.

And I breathe in the air, then I count aloud and let it go
And I find I'm still here, on that borderline.

It's the art of illusion, it's all make believe it's a fantasy
Art of Illusion, it's a trickery of kind.

Automated superstores, parking lots, crowded elevators,
Living in a debt collectors world.
Super sized you're analyzed, hypnotized, system full of data,
Born consumed and left out in the cold.

Am I seizing the day, am I thinking straight or just flying low,
Could be one step away, from that juggernaught.

It's the art of illusion, it's all make believe it's a fantasy
Art of Illusion, it's a trickery of kind.

That distant voice is calling, you hear it every morning
It's the echo in your mind, and it's hard to define
But it's stronger this time.

It's the art of illusion, it's all make believe it's a fantasy
Art of Illusion, it's a trickery of kind.

Movie stars and limousines, magazines, profit for the making,
Read about their troubles and regrets.
Microwaves and frozen food, just for you, ready in a minute
A plastic spoon for eating your desert.

Time to wake, it's time to work, pay your bills, don't be late,
Credit cards, ever growing, a red alert without you knowing
You want to run, want to hide, a prisoner of this chosen life
Without a sign, of ever changing, the pressure's on

It's the art of illusion, it's all make believe it's a fantasy
Art of Illusion, It's a trickery of kind.
It's the art of illusion, tell me what you see is that what you see?
Art of illusion, Is it real or in your mind?