Luyện nghe bài hát Qualms of Reality

Redundant
Children are shoveled into enclosed
In lack of value cause by defects
Each one an unsuitability outside the field of vision

Left to die on a bed of
While the swallows ostentation
minds screaming for consolation
The vanity of convenience the world

Locked up, who cares rights
So if the world's a bit rude
The prosperous, pay to it concealed
Leaving problems because of fear

lives
Hundreds in a room, staring with empty swollen
possibilities
Enslaved by

The belligerent arrogance of the
Strangles the subjected right to a of safety
Nightmares but for real for engraved
In the of lost infancies

out
From this dying of calumny

A thousand souls a day flows away the breeze

Living corpses, breathing lungs filled disease
twisted thoughts, trying to understand
Unfairly by the prevailing injustices
That pushes this mentally ill over the edge of acceptance

Locked up, who about rights
So what if the a bit rude
The prosperous, pay to keep it
Leaving problems because of fear

Death inside, without reach-their
to feel, within illness floating
Souls in penury, to fade out-aggravation in charge
Bemoan oppression, extensive carnage walls of uncertainty
We'll realize as the floods of come down