La Belle Indifference

We turn our backs on what we can see
Are we aware of what we need?
Silence ain't no sort of compassion
We deny our social dependency

Are we afraid?
Are we afraid to speak?

Are we dead, are we buried alive?
We all are fed with a handful of promises
So voracious that we take and take
Adore the things that we regret the most

Of course, nobody ever had a trauma
Of course, nobody has got a weak spot

It's a bleak life
What we live is the daily grind
So we shut down our minds
It's a bleak life
What we live is the daily grind
So we shut down

We don't see how we bleed
The dark disease
The way we feel
We suppress our tears
While we cheer
La belle indifference

Are we dead, are we buried alive?
We all are fed with a handful of promises
So voracious that we take and take
Adore the things that we regret the most

What fails again is understanding
What lacks the most is self-respect

In want of love, what we lose is our empathy
This equals death for you and me
In want of love, what we lose is our empathy
This equals death for you and me



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Winterl
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