The Disillusionist Lyrics - Priest = Aura - Church

In autumn he comes to this town 

When the peoples guard is down 

On a day like today 

Overcast and gray 

Bells were all ringing 

The birds stopped their singing 

The wind caught in the trees 

Screamin' to be free 

He alights from the platform 

In his usual uniform 

His skin looks like he slept in it 

Or had somethin' rotten kept in it 

And snakes stir in the thistles 

Back of cats neck bristles 

'Round vicious lips the fur is stained 

The disillusionist is back again 

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They say that he's famous from the waist down 

But the top half of his body is a corpse 

His gold won't buy him sleep 

His poverty runs so deep 

In winter he cracks, in summer he warps 

Hang around the backstage door 

But he knows what you're waitin' for 

You rub yourself against his fame 

Already ready to bear the blame 

He asks you, "Did you like my show?" 

As if he really wants to know 

Then doesn't wait for your reply 

He just pulls you back inside 

You've started feelin' dizzy 

It isn't you or is he? 

Persuade you mentally 

Undresses you incidentally 

Photos 

Down the swaying corridor 

People you feel sorry for 

But when he puts the gaze on you 

You're amazed at what you'll let him do 

They say that he's famous from the waist down 

But the top half of his body is a corpse 

His gold won't buy him sleep 

His poverty runs so deep 

In winter he cracks, in summer he warps 

He can turn wine into water 

Mother against daughter 

Juggles busy deadlines 

Gets himself off headlines 

Surrounded by his minions 

Who never have opinions 

Performing little tricks for you 

Puts it in a fix for you 

Smashes your watch with a hammer 

Caresses you with camera 

And says the magic words 

That nobody's ever heard 

Now the slur is fading 

Reality all pervadin' 

It only makes you want him more 

It only makes you fawn him more 

They say that he's famous from the waist down 

But the top half of his body is a corpse 

His gold won't buy him sleep 

His poverty runs so deep 

In winter he cracks, in summer he warps 

And he does the Indian rope trick 

The one that makes you seasick 

And he keeps on filling up your cup 

But you keep on filling up 

And some of it's done with mirrors 

And some of it's done with scissors 

And some of it's done with cables 

And his hands under the table 

It doesn't matter you want to believe 

It doesn't matter if you have to leave 

You won't escape his orbit 

And the things that you must forfeit 

And the audience seems familiar 

Some of them in particular 

Bet you they are his plants 

When he plays the game of chance 

He reads the minds of jilted girls 

And the story really unfurls 

Cast a fortune for the man in the suit 

Who's suffering is very acute 

There's a rabbit in his hat 

But I thought I smelled a rat