Ah, Mistress of Illusion, in this, our third song, our hero tries to understand our cocaine heroine in a final effort to free her from her addiction and win her heart. He observes that all women can be mistresses of illusion in so much as they
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Lyrics
Mistress of Illusion
Your mirror is your masterpiece
When all the world’s your stage
A cradle for your sanity
A weapon against old age
With every stroke you change the lines
And fill up on the crack
Now check once more the mirror
Who’s that stranger looking back?
Mistress of illusion
You’re an artist, queen of style
You use men for your amusement
And the presents that they pile
At your feet
Like a queen
I believe
I believe
You walk into a party
And you know the eyes are on you
It’s not for what you’ve accomplished
Or even for what you might do
You transform yourself with makeup
Using lipstick, crèmes and rouge
Your walk is designed to shake up
All the fools that believe the ruse
I believe
I believe
I believe
I believe
Mistress of confusion
Are you believing your own lies
When spent all your delusions
Then illusion is all you buy
I believe
I believe
I believe
In you and me
Illusion has a mistress
But her secrets I’ll never tell
How you sell men dreams of HEAVEN
But the prophets are spent in hell
I believe
I believe
I’ve the conclusion
It’s time to get on with my life
Abandon all your children
But you cant play Father Time
I believe
I believe
That you and me
Are fantasy
I believe
I believe
Copyright David Arlin Harrod 2006