Illusions

Halo of fire, we are your pawns In the game you play With such determination to win the prize Of immortal gold Without a thought you sacrifice those Who never would themselves I saw the fire within your eyes When the tables turned Feel alive Feel the eyes Gazing on The illusion of power A product of a self-martyr The less you give, the more you get Twisted words, twisted ways In disguise To help shape the portrait of parallels The solution to mutual pain Is to turn away And leave the saints and the desparate For dead Feel alive Feel the eyes Gazing on The illusion of power A product of a self-martyr The less you give, the more you get I saw the fire within I saw the fire within I saw the fire within When you lost to yourself