Magic Show

This is my last magic show, with tricks you'll never know

Curtains close and lights will glow, my final bow is slow

This is my last magic show, with tricks you'll never know

Curtains close and lights will glow, my final bow is slow

I know that I'm missing a stamp, found that I'm leaning to someone to back

If it wasn't for music, delusions intruding, the movement I'm moving

The loops of improving, the songs to combat

Fighting through demons, the fire, the pits, for no reason I'm back

Like slim throwing shade, deadliest lake, taking the words that I say

Surrounding my grave