Luyện nghe bài hát The Escape

Memory is fiction, so the is your invention
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

Oh Creatice!
Your portfolio has never shown as brightly
As your latest
All efforts' fruition in such a wondrous
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 so quickly once he has his footing
Forgets who and raised him and how he came to be

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

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

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

Strike back with forces beyond his
That even six can't defeat
Go lock up the aggressor, quarantine before it's too
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
yourself, self-dissect, how youth outlives age
How beauty shames
is for dependents and wish is for the will
A struggle for independence, a harmless
Art post-mortem fame

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

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

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