Insensitive (Live At Geese Studio, Acoustic)

Insensitive

A silent move that we make

when we awake oh no ….

My conscience Come and go And come and Go

A trouble mind And twisted hand

We use everytime Just everytime

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 call when we make desperate choices

Are we that oblivious

So insensitive

So many choices to be made

So little time to decide

So little guilt on our side