How can we feel the same as the key
The anagram that feeds us our mysteries
Does it take our souls that long to
Find an answer to our curiosities

Take your hats off to the showmen
He’s been busy for quite some time
Feeding us riddles and clues
He is to never be out-shined
Your theories are just mute

Trap Doors,Hidden Words,
Smoke and Mirrors,

Three doors in your view
Oh which one do you choose
The first one is marked “1″
The second marked “Choose 2″
The third marked “3″
Oh which will it be?

Think quickly for the answer
Your mind has already chosen
Subconsciously decisive
Thinking just for show

Did you choose 1
Did you choose 2
Did you choose 3
or did you choose #4

That’s right, The door not mentioned
But still there, Forevermore

The Exit