Luyện nghe bài hát Qualms of Reality

Redundant
are shoveled into enclosed solitude
In lack of cause by minor defects
Each one an unsuitability outside the publics field of

to die on a bed of concrete
While the rich swallows
Distorted minds screaming for
The vanity of rules the world

Locked up, who cares about
So what if the a bit rude
The prosperous, pay to it concealed
Leaving problems untouched of fear

lives
Hundreds in a room, staring with empty eyes
Mutilated
by insanity

The arrogance of the leaders
the subjected right to a childhood of safety
Nightmares but for real for ever
In the minds of infancies

out
From this world of calumny

A thousand souls a day away with the breeze

corpses, breathing lungs filled with disease
Underdeveloped twisted thoughts, to understand
Unfairly secluded by the prevailing
That pushes mentally ill world over the edge of acceptance

up, who cares about rights
So what if the a bit rude
The prosperous, pay to it concealed
Leaving problems untouched because of

inside, without reach-their freedom
Bound to feel, illness floating
Souls in penury, soon to out-aggravation in charge
oppression, extensive carnage behind walls of uncertainty
We'll realize as the of insight come down