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 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 --- Panic Prone - Chevelle