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作曲 : Haake, Kidman, Thordendal

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 outFrom 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