Luyện nghe bài hát Qualms of Reality

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

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

Locked up, who cares about
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
Enslaved by

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

out
From dying world of calumny

A souls a day flows away with the breeze

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

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

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