Art Of Empathy - The Source | Текст песни

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While birds are singing
I can't stand looking at these grey walls
I heard them saying
It's all for the sake of us all

This is the source
Where a women met a man
This is the source
Where their history began
This is the source
Warm, but insecure
The source
Humanity so pure

Now birds still singing
But I keep on feeling so small
I heard them saying
It's all for the sake of us all

This is the source
This is the source
The source

We're consuming some water
While we're spoiling the rest
More thirsty than ever
But we do try our best

We are building our temples
In grey, concrete walls
The higher the better
It's for the sake of us all

We are playing the same games
That we used to as kids
On society's playground
There's no fun to be missed

Raising our children
The way our own parents did
In search for a moral
A moral that fits

Stories repeating
Nothing new is out there
Stories of old men
We don't even care

A generation so lost
Cannot comprehend
The rush of our lives
And the money that's spent

And we drink our champagne
And we smoke our cigars
We burn down to ashes
Don't care about the scars

And we're singing our songs
While we're breathing the air
And we’re waving our hands
Like we don't fucking care

It's a swirling wild sea
We're all drifting around
Far away from the mainland
No source to be found

And I'm searching for answers
Without any rest
I don't believe in salvation
But I do try my best