Panic Prone

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
La canción 'Panic Prone' de Chevelle trata sobre la lucha interna de una persona que ha cedido una vez más a una tentación, sintiéndose atrapada en un ciclo de comportamiento autodestructivo...