"The True Intent of my Illusory."

Do you feel it, (can you feel this),
my illness, and, can you taste,
(how real it is)

Do your senses resist all emphasis
on just how I lack any bliss
So blind you are to my infirmity
But if you pick up the pace you'll
know just how far down I am

So let it now give way
The mask from my face
And let it no longer betray so that
your eyes can clearly see, can
clearly see what's right in front of me...

The person I project so that you're
unaware of the real me and my refined
art of...

Illusory

Yes, this chemerical game I play I've
written to perfection and the real me is
some memory, long ago and far away
The face I wear is a mask of the transcript
I've written so that you can't read the
true story...

The truth bastardized to an erroneous
simplicity

Tell me now, do you have the gift, the one
where you can see what's below the surface
The one that causes you to see into...

To see into and cause to give way
The mask from my face
And prevents it from any longer betraying, so
that your eyes can clearly see, can clearly
see, what's right in front of me...

The falsehood I project so that you're unaware
of the real me and the art I've refined of...

Illusory

This is my gift unto the world
This is my talent unto thee and this is what in
my heart I think
And as I think in my heart, "So Mote it to be,"