Escapees

Yeah…
Azimov dreams, Kennedy schemes, Ada’s got the red dress gleam…

Isaac Azimov wrote the stars in the sky,
Future in his mind while the planets collide.
John F. Kennedy with a speech so bold,
“Ask not what they can do” — his story’s still told.

Ada Wong moves silent, shadows in play,
Red dress, black gloves, she’s the queen of the game.
Thomas Shelby, razor blade in his cap,
Peaky blinders lead when the world turns black.

Legends collide, across space and time,
From Lincoln’s fight to Chinggis Khan’s ride.
Arthur’s wild eyes, Papich on the stream,
Worlds unite in a fever dream.

Genghis Khan on a horse with a fire in his chest,
Conquered half the Earth, put empires to the test.
Arthur Shelby’s fists, whiskey in his veins,
Fighting inner demons in the Birmingham rains.

Papich with the rage, smashing keys till dawn,
“Eto prosto igri” but his power goes on.
Abe Lincoln stands tall, hat to the sky,
Freed the chained souls, never let freedom die.

Legends in the night, hear their voices call,
Different worlds, but they’re standing tall.
Azimov to Kennedy, warriors and kings,
This is history, let the chorus sing.