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 field of vision

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

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

lives
Hundreds in a room, staring with empty eyes
possibilities
Enslaved by

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

out
From dying world of calumny

A thousand souls a day flows with the breeze

Living corpses, breathing filled with disease
Underdeveloped twisted thoughts, trying to
Unfairly secluded by the injustices
That this mentally ill world over the edge of acceptance

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

Death inside, reach-their freedom
Bound to feel, illness floating
in penury, soon to fade out-aggravation in charge
Bemoan oppression, extensive carnage behind walls of
We'll realize as the floods of come down