ฟังเพลงThe Escape

The Escape - The Agonist

Memory is fiction so the past is your invention

Catch yourself self dissect how youth outlives age

How beauty shames skill

Prayer is for dependents and wish is for the will

A struggle for independence a harmless stage

Art gaining post mortem fame

Oh creatice

Your vibrant portfolio has never shown as brightly

As your latest masterpiece

All efforts' fruition in such a wondrous offspring

How did you manage a piece so perfect

Entrancing passers by to lock eyes and gaze hypnotized

Overcome with a need to outdo the last

A child born so dependent rebels so quickly once he has his footing

Forgets who and where raised him and how he came to be

But a growing pain cannot explain behavior of the like

A perfect child deserves the best

But at the cost of what else did you instill this need

To over consume without regret

Broken pencils charred marble drafts

He leaves destruction in his path

Your one mistake oh great creatice

Was giving too large a brain

Strike back with forces beyond his reach

That even six billion can't defeat

Go lock up the aggressor quarantine before it's too late

Bred to lose sense of consequence

In his greed he exhausts your milk your blood your shelter

Don't let him escape

Memory is fiction so the past is your invention

Catch yourself self dissect how youth outlives age

How beauty shames skill

Prayer is for dependents and wish is for the will

A struggle for independence a harmless stage

Art gaining post mortem fame

Throw your blood upon his lands your skin cracked and depleted

Suck the air out from his lungs expose him fully let him burn

Show him to appreciate discipline the cruel ingrate

You still have the power to reshape do not let this escalate

Vapors vanish in the night statuesque guards seconds too late

What rebellion possessed thee

A dangerous subterfuge a lonely rampage anxious fleet

Like limbs tumbling horizontally

Now it's too late the child has escaped

Indignant ties parental constraints

A child protected sets self free

And the ingrate will lie in the bed he has made

As a self imposed apocalypse finally sets you free