Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Escape, artist - The Agonist. Date of issue: 19.07.2012
Song language: English
The 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 |
| 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 |