Luyện nghe bài hát The Escape

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

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

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

But a growing pain cannot explain of the like
A perfect child deserves the
But at the cost of what else did you this need
To over-consume without

Broken pencils, charred drafts
He leaves destruction in his
Your one mistake, oh Creatice
Was too large a brain

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

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

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

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

vanish in the night, statuesque guards seconds too late
What rebellion possessed
A dangerous subterfuge, a rampage, anxious fleet
limbs tumbling horizontally

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