Illusionist

They dig their hands
Into my pockets
They hit the stitch and seam
Do I keep moving?
Am I the enemy?

Changing lives
When I close my eyes
I would do anything
I would do anything

They take their time
With their face in mine
While the axle spins
I am the fly that sits
Deep in the spider web, mmmh

Am I the only one they got
Am I the only one whose face they seen
Or illusion

Am I the only one they got
Am I the only one whose face they seen
Or illusion