Panic Prone

Gave in Again
The bastard
Can't keep refusing rights

So he'll loan the cash
But the sin
Is on the hands of you (you, you...)
So to care or
Plead silence,
Weak hands are calling

There's close enough
And there's too far
It won't change an empty stare (stare, stare...)
But I can't seem to end
These images
Hauntingly looks like hell (hell, hell...)

So to care or
Plead silence
Weak hands are calling
To care or
Plead silence
Weak hands are calling

Come, enter the foreign
Face, all that's shameful
Cheat, may the past find
Out, separating

So to care or
Plead silence
Weak hands are calling

To end this catastrophic scene, awake and breathe in

(To care or)(To care or)
(To care or)(To care or)