Silent move that we make when we awake..
My conscience come and go and come and go
A troubled mind and twisted hand
We use every time..
This every time…
All the sentimental feeling
That sometimes makes our heart burning
We surrender to a strong desire
Ignorant to the needs of other
Little whisper of little voices
That calls when we make desperate choices
Are we that oblivious ?
So many choices to be made
So little time to decide
So little guilt on our side
Letto : Insensitive
taken from album Truth,Cry and Lie