Текст песни Panic (Live) - David Ford
Exactly
where
should
I
begin,
Forgive
me
father
I
have
sinned,
Been
caught
perpetuating
wrongs,
I
screamed
an
accusation,
And
yet
convinced
that
still
I
can,
Somehow
be
better
than
I
am,
If
I
could
only
bring
myself,
To
step
in
one
direction.
But
all
this
progress
that
I've
made,
Has
left
me
bitter
and
afraid,
I
bolt
the
doors
and
let
the
Trappings
of
my
life
surround
me,
And
hope
to
God
nobody
calls,
But
trust
the
scratching
in
the
walls,
To
be
my
comfort
and
my
shelter
From
the
world
around
me.
Ignore
the
whisper
on
the
wind,
Forgive
me
father
I
have
sinned,
I
swear
right
now
I'd
cling
To
anything
you'd
care
to
show
me,
To
save
me
from
improper
thoughts,
That
modern
miracle
of
sorts,
Against
a
tide
of
advertising,
And
survival
only.
Poor
condition
has
been
set,
And
every
new
potential
threat,
Must
be
eradicated
from
The
face
of
all
that's
sacred,
Not
just
anger
for
the
cause,
I'll
be
hysterically
yours,
And
death
to
any
reason,
Evidence
or
explanation.
So
tell
me
what
have
I
become?
A
middle
finger
to
the
sun?
I
traded
fireworks
for
love
And
I
was
left
with
nothing,
But
paper
shards
and
empty
shells,
It
might
just
be
that
all
this
History
has
taught
me
something.
So
I'm
taking
lessons
from
the
past,
They
won't
build
anything
to
last,
But
engineered
to
fall
apart,
The
day
the
warranty
expires,
So
keep
the
wheels
turning
round,
Keep
our
flag
pinned
to
the
ground,
Just
don't
look
back
and
don't
look
down,
In
fact
try
not
to
look
at
all.
You'll
see
opinion
dressed
as
fact,
See
definitions
inexact,
And
explain
away
the
darkest
days,
As
misinterpretation,
This
dumbing
down
it's
so
uncouth,
Like
there's
one
single
fucking
truth,
I
couldn't
bear
that
right
and
wrong,
Could
be
so
uncomplicated.
And
swagger
dripping
from
the
stage,
Curse
the
impatience
of
the
age,
It
all
takes
time,
and
time
is
money,
Money
talks,
and
talk
is
cheap,
Cheapest
road
to
lead
the
way,
From
seed
to
forest
in
a
day,
And
by
the
time
summer's
set,
There's
only
dirt
and
matchwood.
So
could
it
be
the
end
is
nigh,
The
time
for
idly
standing
by,
Is
now
upon
us,
Everybody
look
for
some
distraction,
Throw
my
patience
to
the
wind,
Forgive
me
father
all
my
sins,
Feel
like
they're
woven,
Double
stitched
into
the
fabric
of
the
World.
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