Panic Prone lyrics
by Chevelle



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




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