Luyện nghe bài hát The Escape

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

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

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

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

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

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

back with forces beyond his reach
That six billion can't defeat
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 is your invention
yourself, self-dissect, how youth outlives age
How shames skill
Prayer is for dependents and wish is for the
A struggle for independence, a stage
Art gaining fame

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

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

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