Insensitive

A sudden move that we make
When we awake, oh no
My conscience
Come and go and come and go
A troubled mind and twisted hand
We use every time, just every time
All the sentimental feeling
That sometime makes our heart burning
We surrender to our 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
All the sentimental feeling
That sometime makes our heart burning
We surrender to our 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