State of Panic - Fuck the Facts

A state of panic will be spread.

As a sign of hope, I will be your shelter.

I will be your salvation.

Only your fear will prevail.

I’ll infiltrate your home with a warm whispered sound.

The doors are now open, as are the ones of a whole country that bled on its

beliefs.

Out of my window, the glow, the warm, the red.

A civil brothel, selling his people for its mercy.

A moment of comfort for broken men.

A moment of peace or final relief.