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)
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 (to care or)
To Care or (to care or)