What is real in-side you're mind? And does it mat-ter ? Look a-round and you will find It's bro-ken, bat-tered. Light can bend, dis-tort and change, twist you're mind till you're deranged... We're a rat in-side a maze... Try-ing to e-scape... No mat-ter ev-ry move you make... You're still in-side the game It's all just a game of smoke and mir-rors. You see the ex-it all a-long you just can't find it... Trapped up-on a stage of smoke and mir-rors... Strange per-cept-ions of the world... They like to fid-dle with you're head, can you feel it. En-ter-tain-ment for the crowd, can you hear it; Laugh-ter jeer-ing up at you, pean-a-liz-ing all you do... Smoke and mir-rors... No-thing seems real an-y-more, it's in-sub-stant-ial. You're hand pas-ses through, all that you touch, you're in de-ni-al of what's be-ing done to you, too late there's no-thing you can do... Smoke and mir-rors. We're a rat in-side a maze... Try-ing to e-scape... No mat-ter ev-ry move you make... You're still in-side the game It's all just a game of smoke and mir-rors. You see the ex-it all a-long you just can't find it... Trapped up-on a stage of smoke and mir-rors... Strange per-cept-ions of the world...