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 

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 (care or) 
To Care or (care or)