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The Escape
(专辑: Prisoners - 2012)
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 shone 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 the
need to outdo the
last A
child born so dependent rebels so quickly once he has his footing Forgets where and who 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 (This organ, like disease, can disseminate beyond your reach You didn't predict this. A
carnal rebellion in its wake) 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 from out 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 lay in the
bed he has made As a
self-imposed apocalypse finally grants You peace
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