Redundant cruelty Children are shoveled into enclosed solitude In lack of value cause by minor defects Each one an unsuitability outside the publics 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 right to a childhood of safety Nightmares but for real for ever 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 realize as the floods of insight come down © LOBOTOMI MUSIK; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com