Luyện nghe bài hát Qualms of Reality

Redundant
are shoveled into enclosed solitude
In lack of value by minor defects
Each one an outside the publics field of vision

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

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

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

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

out
From this world of calumny

A thousand souls a day flows with the breeze

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

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

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