you conceited little bastard
you think you got me in a trap
you think you hold the key and that i'm stuck
but you couldn't be more wrong
i have both the lock and the key
all you have is a tin scrap
you should've looked twice
all you hold is an illusion
i told you before you're much too puffed up
someone needs to deflate that head of yours
you think you're a master of the game
you're so puffed up you can't see the different perspectives
though you drone on and on about it
how you're so analytical and what not
imagination is shot down for you
the only thing you can imagine is you being the center of the world
check what's in your hand i assure you it's no key
remember now that word is thrown around too many times
that word has different meanings
so when you have less of an ego then you can try to get the real key.