Luyện nghe bài hát Qualms of Reality

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

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

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

Abandoned
Hundreds in a room, staring with empty eyes
Mutilated
Enslaved by

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

out
From this dying of calumny

A thousand souls a day away with the breeze

Living corpses, breathing lungs with disease
Underdeveloped twisted thoughts, to understand
secluded by the prevailing injustices
That pushes this mentally ill world over the of acceptance

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

Death inside, without freedom
Bound to feel, within illness
Souls in penury, soon to out-aggravation in charge
Bemoan oppression, extensive carnage walls of uncertainty
We'll as the floods of insight come down