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[00:02.48]Memory is fiction so the past is your invention
[00:10.96]Catch yourself, self-dissect, how youth outlives age
[00:16.12]How beauty shames skill
[00:20.02]Prayer is for dependents and wish is for the will
[00:28.63]A struggle for independence, a harmless stage
[00:33.19]Art gaining post-mortem fame
[00:38.37]Oh Creatice
[00:39.76]Your vibrant portfolio has never shown as brightly
[00:43.85]As your latest masterpiece
[00:46.11]All efforts' fruition in such a wondrous offspring
[00:50.35]How did you manage a piece so perfect?
[00:54.91]Entrancing passers-by to lock eyes and gaze, hypnotized
[01:00.09]Overcome with a need to outdo the last
[01:04.06]A child born so dependent rebels so quickly once he has his footing
[01:09.08]Forgets who and where raised him and how he came to be
[01:21.04]But a growing pain cannot explain behavior of the like
[01:26.59]A perfect child deserves the best
[01:30.43]But at the cost of what else did you instill this need
[01:35.25]To over-consume without regret?
[01:38.97]Broken pencils, charred marble drafts
[01:42.31]He leaves destruction in his path
[01:47.35]Your one mistake, oh great Creatice
[01:54.16]Was giving too large a brain
[01:56.83]This organ, like disease, can disseminate beyond your reach
[02:01.68]You didn't predict this, a carnal rebellion in its wake
[02:30.25]Memory is fiction so the past is your invention
[02:37.99]Catch yourself, self-dissect, how youth outlives age
[02:43.53]How beauty shames skill
[02:47.64]Prayer is for dependents and wish is for the will
[02:55.89]A struggle for independence, a harmless stage
[03:00.75]Art gaining post-mortem fame
[03:07.23]Throw your blood upon his lands, your skin cracked and depleted
[03:12.23]Suck the air out from his lungs, expose him fully, let him burn
[03:16.39]Show him to appreciate, discipline the cruel ingrate
[03:21.56]You still have the power to reshape, do not let this escalate
[03:26.06]Vapors vanish in the night, statuesque guards seconds too late
[03:32.48]What rebellion possessed thee?
[03:36.53]A dangerous subterfuge, a lonely rampage, anxious fleet
[03:42.31]Like limbs tumbling horizontally
[03:45.22]Now it's too late, the child has escaped
[03:48.05]Indignant ties, parental constraints, a child protected sets self free
[03:54.16]And the ingrate will lie in the bed he has made
[03:58.93]As a self-imposed apocalypse finally grants you peace
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