Luyện nghe bài hát The Escape

Memory is fiction, so the past is your
yourself, self-dissect, how youth outlives age
How shames skill
Prayer is for dependents and wish is for the
A struggle for independence, a harmless
Art gaining fame

Oh Creatice!
Your vibrant portfolio has shown as brightly
As latest masterpiece
All efforts' in such a wondrous offspring
How did you manage a so perfect?

Entrancing passers-by to lock and gaze, hypnotized
Overcome a need to outdo the last
A child born so dependent rebels so quickly he has his footing
who and where raised him and how he came to be

But a growing pain explain behavior of the like
A child deserves the best
But at the of what else did you instill this need
To over-consume regret?

pencils, charred marble drafts
He destruction in his path
one mistake, oh great Creatice
Was too large a brain

(This organ, like disease, can disseminate beyond your
You didn't this, a carnal rebellion in its wake)

Strike back with forces beyond his
That even six billion can't
Go up the aggressor, quarantine before it's too late
Bred to sense of consequence
In his greed he exhausts your milk, blood, your shelter...
let him escape!

Memory is fiction, so the past is invention
Catch yourself, self-dissect, how youth age
How beauty skill
Prayer is for and wish is for the will
A struggle for independence, a stage
Art post-mortem fame

Throw your blood upon his lands, your cracked and depleted
Suck the air out from his lungs, him fully, let him burn
him to appreciate, discipline the cruel ingrate
You still theh power to reshape - do not let this escalate

Vapors vanish in the night, guards seconds too late
What rebellion thee?
A dangerous subterfuge, a lonely rampage, fleet
Like tumbling horizontally

Now too late - the child has escaped!
ties, parental constraints
A protected sets self free
And the ingrate lie in the bed he has made
As a self-imposed finally sets You free