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