Luyện nghe bài hát The Escape

Memory is fiction, so the past is invention
Catch yourself, self-dissect, how outlives age
How beauty shames
Prayer is for dependents and is for the will
A struggle for independence, a stage
Art gaining fame

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

passers-by to lock eyes and gaze, hypnotized
Overcome with a to outdo the last
A child born so dependent so quickly once he has his footing
Forgets who and raised him and how he came to be

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

Broken pencils, marble drafts
He leaves in his path
one mistake, oh great Creatice
Was giving too a brain

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

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

Memory is fiction, so the is your invention
Catch yourself, self-dissect, how outlives age
How shames skill
is for dependents and wish is for the will
A struggle for independence, a harmless
Art gaining post-mortem

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

Vapors vanish in the night, statuesque guards seconds too
What rebellion possessed
A dangerous subterfuge, a lonely rampage, fleet
Like limbs tumbling

Now it's too - 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 apocalypse finally You free