Luyện nghe bài hát Qualms of Reality

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

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

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

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

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

out
From this world of calumny

A souls a day flows away with 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 it concealed
Leaving problems untouched of fear

inside, without reach-their freedom
Bound to feel, within illness
Souls in penury, soon to fade in charge
Bemoan oppression, extensive behind walls of uncertainty
We'll as the floods of insight come down