Luyện nghe bài hát Qualms of Reality

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

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

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

lives
Hundreds in a room, with empty swollen eyes
Mutilated
Enslaved by

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

out
From this world of calumny

A thousand souls a day away with the breeze

Living corpses, breathing lungs filled with
twisted thoughts, trying to understand
Unfairly secluded by the injustices
pushes this mentally ill world over the edge of acceptance

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

Death inside, 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 come