Luyện nghe bài hát Qualms of Reality

Redundant
Children are into enclosed 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
Distorted screaming for consolation
The vanity of convenience rules the

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

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

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

out
From this world of calumny

A souls a day flows away with the breeze

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

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

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