Luyện nghe bài hát Qualms of Reality

Redundant
Children are shoveled into solitude
In lack of value cause by minor
Each one an unsuitability outside the publics of vision

Left to die on a bed of
the rich swallows ostentation
Distorted minds for consolation
The vanity of rules the world

Locked up, who about rights
So what if the world's a bit
The prosperous, pay to keep it
Leaving problems untouched because of

Abandoned
Hundreds in a room, with empty swollen eyes
possibilities
Enslaved by

The belligerent of the leaders
Strangles the subjected right to a childhood of
Nightmares but for real for ever
In the minds of lost

out
From dying world of calumny

A thousand souls a day flows away with the

corpses, breathing lungs filled with disease
Underdeveloped twisted thoughts, trying to
secluded by the prevailing injustices
That pushes this ill world over the edge of acceptance

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

Death inside, without reach-their
Bound to feel, within illness
in penury, soon to fade out-aggravation in charge
Bemoan oppression, carnage behind walls of uncertainty
We'll realize as the floods of insight come