Luyện nghe bài hát Qualms of Reality

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

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

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

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

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

out
From this world of calumny

A thousand a day flows away with the breeze

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

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

Death inside, reach-their freedom
Bound to feel, within illness
Souls in penury, to fade out-aggravation in charge
Bemoan oppression, extensive behind walls of uncertainty
realize as the floods of insight come down