Atlas Losing Grip

The Scorn of Others


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For me a constant reminder of childhood homes
A place of fear and emptiness instead of comfort and love
Because that's what it is in so many cases
And you say they chose it themselves?

A major role of the government is to ease the fears of the citizens
Fear of what we could become and what others has to deal with
Because that's how it is in so many cases
The fear of what we cant relate to
The rats of the streets
Out of mind in the warmth of idyllic homes
Because thats how it is in so many cases
Out of mind in the warmth of idyllic homes

Who would choose to live life amongst the scorn of others?
Who would choose to live life amongst the scorn of others?
Who would choose to live life amongst the scorn of others?
Who would choose to live life amongst the scorn of others?

You say they chose it themselves
Won't let your children get near them
The gift of life gone sour
In the soil of lonely hearts

Who would choose to live life?
Who would choose to live life?
Who would choose to live life?