Children Of Fall - Panorama | Текст песни

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What about longer lives, at the expense of longer hours.
What about feeling better, but with a smaller range of emotions.
What about anxiety as just another lifestyle accessory.
And what about killing the machine just to keep the wheels turning.
Whats about inadequacy and apathy? Different names for the same thing

It is
Being smaller than the taste at hand
Too much to care for, so we don't care at all

Then there are passive-agressive brutes, yes I know all about you
And there's world politics with honorable intentions, with nothing but dead children at its feet
What about Brazilian farmers, Chechnyan mothers, American Indians, Sandi lesbians and first-world dreamers?

Yes we are all left wanting, it leaves us

Feeling smaller than the task at hand
Too much to care for, so we don't care at all

At least that's how it feels. This is who we are, less than we aspired to.
And in our reflection, so have we shaped everything


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