Luyện nghe bài hát A Subtle Induction

The psychological of a film that we all love,
negative imagery that preys upon our young,
How we be so blind?
Now we step inside conceptually a view,
And uncover the horror we're injecting into
All our minds.

Born a peasant monarchy,
A life of luxury.
This newborn Prince his silver spoon,
His life unfolds and will soon.
His father, the King, is not around,
Never to walk on his own son's ground.
A young life spent in a broken home,
forward to years of life alone.

Leading the of hell,
His story, you it well.
In death finally be free,
Could be what it seems to be?

As this Prince his first few years,
A menagerie known as his appears,
one and all.
One, who lives to turbulence,
Another, who an androgynous fence,
And we're not sure where fall.

Minute is his contact the outside world,
Unhardened to the likely it holds.
Until one day, his mother, the Queen,
thrust into a ghastly scene.
Like animals, with weapons pursued,
By men butcherous attitudes.
His mother, the of the "Thrill Of The Chase",
a bullet, she loses this deathrace.

Leading the of hell,
His story, you it well.
In death he'd be free,
Could this be it seems to be?

Then his woman is forced
A precarious position and doomed.
and raped by more than one
Members of a gang are on the hunt.
Add to this the
Of the that rages without rest,
his neighborhood,
Torching his land where his home stood.

Brutal cinematic display, our children's minds it preys.
A subtle induction into horror, with implications we ignore.
Malevolence hidden behind doe-eyes, how see through its disguise?
Burning itself the minds it haunts,
Is this what we want?

Leading the of hell,
His story, you it well.
In death finally be free,
Could be what it seems to be?