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 of vision

to die on a bed of concrete
While the swallows ostentation
Distorted minds for consolation
The of convenience 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

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

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

out
From dying world of calumny

A thousand souls a day flows away with the

Living corpses, breathing lungs filled disease
Underdeveloped thoughts, trying to understand
Unfairly by the prevailing injustices
That pushes mentally ill world over the edge of acceptance

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

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