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
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, stare)
But I can't seem to end
These images
Hauntingly looks like hell (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
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