Luyện nghe bài hát Qualms of Reality

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

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

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

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

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

out
From this dying of calumny

A thousand a day flows away with the breeze

Living corpses, lungs filled with disease
Underdeveloped thoughts, trying to understand
Unfairly secluded by the prevailing
That pushes this mentally ill world over the edge of

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

Death inside, reach-their freedom
Bound to feel, within floating
Souls in penury, soon to out-aggravation in charge
Bemoan oppression, extensive carnage walls of uncertainty
We'll realize as the of insight come down