[Music:Fredrik Thordendal, Jens Kidman; Lyric:Tomas Haake]
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