Luyện nghe bài hát Qualms of Reality

Redundant
Children are shoveled into enclosed
In lack of cause by minor defects
one an unsuitability outside the publics field of vision

Left to die on a bed of
the rich swallows ostentation
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
Leaving untouched because of fear

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

The belligerent arrogance of the
the subjected right to a childhood of safety
Nightmares but for real for engraved
In the of lost infancies

out
From this dying world of

A thousand souls a day flows away with the

Living corpses, breathing lungs filled with
Underdeveloped thoughts, trying to understand
Unfairly secluded by the injustices
That this mentally 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

inside, without reach-their freedom
Bound to feel, illness floating
Souls in penury, soon to fade in charge
Bemoan oppression, carnage behind walls of uncertainty
We'll realize as the floods of insight down