Luyện nghe bài hát Qualms of Reality

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

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

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

Abandoned
in a room, staring with empty swollen eyes
Mutilated
by insanity

The belligerent arrogance of the
Strangles the subjected right to a childhood of
Nightmares but for for ever engraved
In the minds of lost

out
From this world of calumny

A thousand souls a day flows away with the

Living corpses, breathing filled with disease
Underdeveloped twisted thoughts, trying to
Unfairly secluded by the injustices
That pushes this mentally ill over the edge of acceptance

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

inside, without reach-their freedom
Bound to feel, within floating
Souls in penury, soon to fade in charge
oppression, extensive carnage behind walls of uncertainty
We'll as the floods of insight come down