The Source (исполнитель: Art Of Empathy)
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 moral that fits Stories repeating Nothing new is out there Stories of old men We don't even care generation so lost [bad word] [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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