Restraints and locks were never enough to bind my mysterious ways, People would try and tie me down but I would win those days. From safe to locks and an iron box, I could flourish free, Come one, come all, step right up! You can't defeat me!
There would always be conclusions to my illusions that would leave the public to think. Why, oh why, in water constrained, would I not die and sink? Concealed behind curtains, chains, and handcuffs galore, Within minutes , I would appear, the restraints, no more.
I was the master, the king, the magician of the gods, When performing horrific escapes, I DEFINITELY did not have the odds.