Plug in the mic, open the curtain
Turn on the lights, I'm through rehearsing
The feeling ignites, I'm in control
The crowds in the palm of my hands
All my fans stand, what is the truth?
What's an illusion?
You're searching for proof
But are you certain?
Whatever you see is what you get
If words paint a picture then
I betcha I can getcha yet

I'll make you believe in me
I can be what you want me to be
Tonight is the night
Where I make you see
That I can be anything
Anything, anything