| Look around tell me what you see |
| The sky is blue and the trees are green |
| But what you see isn’t what it seems |
| It’s all part of a cruel scheme |
| Look closer, you can see the flaws |
| The holes in the floor and cracks in the walls |
| That gleam in your eye isn’t there at all |
| It’s painted on like a face of a doll |
| So it begins, fantastic delusion |
| Time and again, time and again |
| I see you dancin' as they pull the string |
| And droolin' when that dinner bell rings |
| Don’t you wish you could stop wishin' |
| You’re not even listenin' |
| And if what I say is the truth |
| If the trees aren’t green and the sky’s not blue |
| Then I’m not really losin' you |
| One thing for sure, I’m real confused |
| So it begins, fantastic delusion |
| Time and again, time and again |
| Shuffling back and forth all day |
| Most people never notice |
| But I’m not crazy and I know what I say |
| It’s all hocus-pocus |
| Don’t you wish you could stop wishin' |
| You’re not even listenin' |
| One thing for sure it’s real confusin' |
| Fantastic delusion |