Qualms of Reality lyrics

Redundant cruelty
Children are shoveled into enclosed solitude
In lack of value caused by minor defects
Each one an unsuitability
Outside the public's field of vision

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

Locked up
Who cares about rights?
So what
If the world's a bit rude?
The prosperous
Pay to keep it concealed
Leaving problems untouched because of fear

Abandoned lives, hundreds in a room
Staring with empty swollen eyes
Mutilated possibilities
Enslaved by insanity

The belligerent arrogance of the leaders
Strangles the subjected's right to a childhood of safety
Nightmares but for real forever engraved in the minds of lost infancies
Shut out from this dying world of calumny
Infanticide

A thousand souls a day flows away with the breeze

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

Locked up
Who cares about rights?
So what
If the world's a bit rude?
The prosperous
Pay to keep it concealed
Leaving problems untouched because of fear

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