Panic Prone - 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 (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)