Your whole presence sickens me
They watch you walk the tightrope
But you know that only I can see
The cords that truly hold you up
You’re pulling flowers out of air
But I can see them up your sleeve
You think you’re tricky, but I warn you
I can be devious too
A puff of smoke cannot mask you
My eyes see straight through
You’re staring at me, but I promise
I’ll let you go out with a bang
So the audience is clapping now
You’re about to take a bow
And just when you do I pull
The trap door in the floor
Sorry, but every magician like you
Needs a disappearing act

 
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