[Van der Laars/Parry]



An' through the mist I see, an image standing there

But do my eyes deceive me



I'm seeing what I see, what is reality

It's just a game



The great charade, which we play

Are we here, to pick out the clues



Opposites they always meet... try to focus try to see

Nothing here is what it seems.. in this world, nothing's real

Try to focus try to see... where opposites always meet

Nothing in this world is real... nothing here is what it seems



A concept so surreal, this abstract world in view

With no beginning or ending



Our rationality, we think therefore we are

If it's a game, who makes the rules



An' now the mist has cleared, thyn eyes the truth they see

Beneath the mysteries, the magic

Our future is in our hands, if we are who we are

The choice is ours, if we choose