I'm the wizard pulling fireworks from air
I know you'll stop an stare
Now I'm the champion of playing silly games
You know they're all the same
I feel I'm every little story that I see
And every melody
Humming softly and I echo through the hall
It's mine but it sounds like Paul's

Well John lied the Walrus was me
And my mother was Eleanor Rigby
And the Fool on the Hill just watched me bleed
All of these tunes that I hear
That perpetually ring in my ears
Yeah they're blurring the lines between my mind and what's outside

Well I tossed around the questions in my head
Beat em all to death I
Tried to figure out exactly who I am
Tried to sift through all the damn lies
I can't seperate myself from what I've seen
At least not completely
But I'm aware enough to know that I can choose
To change my point of view

Well John lied the Walrus was me
And my mother was Eleanor Rigby
And the Fool on the Hill just watched me bleed
All of these tunes that I hear
That perpetually ring in my ears
I need take a second to think in front of mirror

Hey buddy do I know you
And what the hell are you doing in my bathroom
I thought I ditched you late in the nineties
Is that face what everybody else sees?