The Escape Lyrics - Prisoners - 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 

(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 out from his lungs, expose him fully, let him burn 

Show him to appreciate, discipline the cruel ingrate 

You still have theh 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