Luyện nghe bài hát The Escape

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

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

passers-by to lock eyes and gaze, hypnotized
Overcome with a need to outdo the
A child so dependent rebels so quickly once 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 perfect child deserves the
But at the of what else did you instill this need
To without regret?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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