Testo Panic Wrought

Here I stand
Empty heart, empty hands
When all is silent
I lay defenseless in my solitude
Scattered dreams, wasted dreams
This will denied

I don't know, I can't see I don't care, what will be
It's hard to read what's happening
It's hard to breathe
I can't feel

I have come to this land
full of hope to understand
When all is used up will I wash away
or cling to hope in desperation?

I don't know, I can't see
I don't care, what will be
It's hard to read what's happening
It's hard to breathe
I can't feel
Now stiff and still, I await
apprehensive at the gate
Should I lie here, spent and exhausted
or cling to hope in desperation?

I don't know, I can't see
I don't care, what will be
It's hard to read what's happening
It's hard to breathe
I can't feel