Panic Wrought
Here I stand
Empty heart, empty hands
When all is silent
I lay defenseless in my solitude
Scattered dreams, wasted dreams
This will denied
I don't know, I can't see
I don't care, what will be
It's hard to read what's happening
It's hard to breathe
I can't feel
I have come to this land
full of hope to understand
When all is used up will I wash away
or cling to hope in desperation?
I don't know, I can't see
I don't care, what will be
It's hard to read what's happening
It's hard to breathe
I can't feel
Now stiff and still, I await
apprehensive at the gate
Should I lie here, spent and exhausted
or cling to hope in desperation?
I don't know, I can't see
I don't care, what will be
It's hard to read what's happening
It's hard to breathe
I can't feel