Track · May 9, 2026 · English
The Saint of Escape (Anti–Little Prince)
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[Intro | industrial noise, siren, distorted whisper]
You call it innocence.
I call it refusal to grow.
[Verse 1 | hardcore punk, fast, shouted vocals]
Born on a pebble, crowned by accident,
Calling solitude “depth” to feel intelligent.
One flower owns you, you kneel and obey,
That’s not love — that’s fear dressed up as fate.
You spit on order, numbers, time, and plans,
But cry when chaos doesn’t hold your hand.
You judge the world from ten minutes high,
Then disappear before the damage is mine.
[Pre-Chorus | industrial stomp, gang vocals]
You preach connection —
But never stay.
You glorify leaving —
Then call it “the way.”
[Chorus | metalcore, breakdown-ready]
LOOK AT YOU —
SAINT OF ESCAPE
BLEEDING POET, ZERO WEIGHT
YOU SAY YOU CARE, THEN WALK AWAY
CALL IT TRUTH — I CALL IT COWARDICE
NO STARS LEFT
NO MORALS WON
JUST A BOY
WHO RAN
FROM CONSEQUENCE
[Verse 2 | industrial metal, mechanical rhythm]
You learned one lesson from a talking fox,
Now you weaponize it like it unlocks the box.
“Responsibility” — you love the sound,
But never stick around when it pins you down.
You hate adults for building walls and roads,
But float on their work while you shed the load.
You mock the grind, the boring days,
Yet need their world so you don’t decay.
[Bridge | glitch vocals, radio distortion]
[spoken, pitch-shifted]
If wonder is enough — why are you empty?
If love is sacred — why do you vanish?
[sudden drop — silence]
[scream]
ANSWER ME.
[Verse 3 | sludge metal, slow and crushing]
You romanticize pain so you don’t have to heal,
Call suffering “pure” so nothing feels real.
You sell sadness as cosmic design,
But refuse to grow past the age of nine.
You’re not deep — you’re safely unclear,
A metaphor shielded from effort and fear.
You don’t reject the world because it’s wrong—
You reject it because it demands you stay long.
[Final Chorus | slower, heavier, half-time]
NO STARS LEFT
JUST EMPTY SKY
NO TRUTHS KEPT
JUST ALIBIS
YOU WANTED LOVE WITHOUT THE WEIGHT
MEANING WITHOUT THE NEED TO STAY
CROWN OF DUST
THRONE OF AIR
ANTIHERO
NOWHERE
THERE
[Outro | feedback, dying machine hum]
Grow up…
or stop pretending you’re wise.
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FurioCamilloGeneratedMay 9, 2026
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