Текст песни
Here I stand, a master of disguise
Weaving my art under the prying eyes
With a blow to the pipe
A serpent’s dance begins
You’re caught in my game
Let the show commence
I hide in the light
By casting spells so bright
You're lost in the show
Enthralled by the sight
Each move and each tune
Is flawlessly planned
And in this breathtaking show
I hold your thrill in my hand
You see the serpent dance
But not the hidden strings
Oblivious to gist that my art brings
I'm a snake charmer
Entertainment is my way
You watch me play
The pipe of sorrow
You don't know how I do it
You just get the show
In fact I'm not what you see
Push me, and I will smash you
And it will be your satisfaction
I see, I know what you’re like
Without this fucking satisfaction
The crowd’s growing bigger
Today is my day
More hands to applaud
More eyes to see me play
Faceless voices start crashing like waves
The snake feels the tension
Wriggling in its place
Amongst all the chatter
A lurching drunk erupts with noise
I can hear his laughter
Followed by a loud gruff voice
«How did he do it? He’s fooling us all!
Is the snake even real? It is merely a doll!»
«What an ignorant moron» – I think to myself
I swear, on some of the shows
I’d rather be deaf
I'm a snake charmer
Entertainment is my way
You watch me play
The pipe of sorrow
You don't know how I do it
You just get the show
In fact I'm not what you see
Push me
Push me
I see
I see
She starts to hiss
Something’s wrong
All this noise is destroying
Our entrancing song
Just keep to the show
Just stay in place
A lightning-quick lunge
Her fangs in my face
Thin trickles of blood
Run down my cheek
I’m in pain
As venom slowly sinks into my veins
A blink of an eye
The snake slips away
Straight into the crowd
Breaking the array
You wanted to doubt me
Now truth’s on display
You’re not the audience
You are the prey
I'm a snake charmer
Charmer
Charmer
You watch me play
The pipe of sorrow
You think the gist is clear
You're sure you're out of game
But no one knows what they see
You never know what you see
Dripping with sweat
I’m lying in my bed
This is my final script
My masterpiece - a death that’s real
In the art of make-believe
