Qualms of reality - Meshuggah

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

ABONDONED LIVES

Hundreds in a room, staring with empty swollen eyes

Mutilated possibilities

Enslaved by INSANITY

The belligerent ARROGANCE of the leaders

Strangles the subjecteds 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 REALISE AS THE FLOODS OF INSIGHT COME DOWN