Luyện nghe bài hát The Escape

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

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

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

But a growing pain explain behavior of the like
A child deserves the best
But at the cost of what else did you instill need
To over-consume without

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

(This organ, like disease, can disseminate beyond reach
You predict this, a carnal rebellion in its wake)

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

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

Throw your blood upon his lands, 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 have power to reshape - do not let this escalate

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

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