A silent move that we make   When we awake   Oh no...     My conscience   Come and going come and go   A troubled mind and twisted hand   We use everytime this 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 calls 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