Luyện nghe bài hát The Escape

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

Oh Creatice!
Your vibrant has never shown as brightly
As your masterpiece
All efforts' in such a wondrous offspring
How did you a piece so perfect?

Entrancing to lock eyes and gaze, hypnotized
Overcome with a need to the last
A child born so dependent rebels so quickly once he has his
Forgets who and where him and how he came to be

But a growing cannot explain behavior of the like
A perfect child deserves the
But at the cost of what did you instill this need
To over-consume regret?

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

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

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

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

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

Vapors vanish in the night, statuesque guards seconds too
What rebellion thee?
A subterfuge, a lonely rampage, anxious fleet
Like limbs horizontally

Now it's too - the child has escaped!
Indignant ties, constraints
A child protected self free
And the ingrate will lie in the bed he has
As a self-imposed finally sets You free