faster than the eye
a slip of the tongue
a slight of hand
they say we're living but we're all just waiting to die

we're all just magicians that are fooling ourselves
but i cant lie to myself about someone else
but they'll beleive it and so will you
heres another lie
i'll always be true

a call for help
a scream of pain
its not that we're weak
we'll never be the same again
never again

faster than the eye
a slip of the tongue
a slight of hand
they say we're living but we're all just waiting to die