For The Last Trick In The Book

Give me back my soul

For the last trick in the book

After which I’m done

I’ll hang it on the hook

I don’t want your blood

Not even your round tears

Just keep away your smiles

And beneath hidden their fears

There is nothing you have done

That you apparently can

I sometimes wonder what you are

For it’s surely not a man

Just give me back my soul

For the last trick in the book

After which I’m done

I’ll hang it on the hook

Magic the unseen doorway

To the truth behind the lie

Your life’s about to crumble

And you about to cry

Let me put a soft spell

Upon your sleeping eyes

And preserve all your feelings

Before this night dies

Just give me back my soul

For the last quest in the book

After which I’ll be tired

And will hang it on the hook

What became of you Gulliver?

In your scarlet state of mind

To satisfy you pleasure

The poor torturously must die

All your travels have failed you

With all the world that you have seen

You haven’t changed one bit

From the monster you have been

Just give me back my soul

For the last trick in the book

After which I’m done

I’ll hang it on the hook

The high chaired men are fantasizing

Gold studded angels on their chest

After all their bullets have pierced

All those misguided young breasts

The judge with his arrogance

Does seem to be unsure

He keeps wondering always

Is he a man or a whore?

Give me back my soul

To play the last trick in the book

After which I’m done

I’ll gladly hang it on the hook

I thought we wouldn’t crumble

Forever be at peace

But man over man does stumble

Like shadow over shadow in deep trees

The hour of knowledge shall not return

Never shall magic sway my heart

The promises of forever have burnt

Another animal must make man’s start

Just give me back my soul

For the last trick in the book

After which I’m done

I’ll hang it on the hook

I don’t want your money

And I don’t want your change

Just give me all your troubles

Before you go insane

Once stop on your footsteps

And look back on the footprints

Is that the path you wished for?

To misery when it hints

Give me back my soul

To play the last trick in the book

After which I’m done

I’ll hang it on the hook

I see the wind still blowing

In the direction whistling before

Our hearts shall never change

Or change the tune of the lore

Will decisions mark our graves?

Or graves decide our fate?

Let magic play its tricks

And love conquer hate

Just give me back my soul once

I’ll play the last trick in the book

And once that I’m satisfied

I’ll never turn and look

Reason escapes my senses

As reasons cry in blood

Must man forever kill man?

Or love instead he should?

Where is the book of knowledge?

Where is the hidden tree?

I don’t want all the answers

Just want answers to find me

So just give me back my soul

For its magic plays the trick

And once after it has played

It shall stand like a stick

Wish your palms weren’t slippery

Your heart would stick too

Though between the sea and devil

You’ll take your pick too

There is just one life

And none shall ever return

Here lies all our laughter

And after, just silence stern

So make all your choices

And be sure of what you choose

For the misery might just kill you

If not your heart left loose

Give me back my soul

I want it one last time

And then you can keep it

Until you get tired

Nothing has changed since man

It’s still the same old joke

As boring as it could ever be

The first trick in the book

No whiskey helps any more

No beer can play the trick

Nothing can replace the feeling

When eyes have changed to bricks

I beg you give my soul back

And I’ll show you a surprise

There is in it nothing

Except your hushed round eyes

Just give me back my soul once

And I’ll kiss you with my tricks

And whisper the magic answer

Into your swollen lips

Just give me back my soul

And I’ll teach you the last trick

For once I’m gone forever

You’ll need it with your stick

Just give me back my soul

For the last trick in the book

And once I’m done with it

I’ll surely hang it on the hook.