Luyện nghe bài hát Qualms of Reality

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

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

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

lives
Hundreds in a room, staring empty swollen eyes
Mutilated
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 world of calumny

A souls a day flows away with the breeze

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

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

Death inside, without freedom
Bound to feel, within floating
in penury, soon to fade out-aggravation in charge
Bemoan oppression, carnage behind walls of uncertainty
realize as the floods of insight come down