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 field of

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

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

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

The belligerent of the leaders
Strangles the right to a childhood of safety
Nightmares but for real for engraved
In the minds of infancies

out
From this dying of calumny

A thousand souls a day flows away with the

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

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

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