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

But I can't seem to end

These images

Hauntingly looks like 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 (care or)

To Care or (care or)