The True Face Of Panic Lyrics

Artist: Premonitions Of War
Album: Glorified Dirt/The True Face Of Panic

What is this new madness? On it comes.
Panic, whose blood runs cold.
Fear not this raging madman, evil incarnate.
First on one side then the other.
I hate him worst of all.
As if I stand on some tall beacon, I see it draw near.
On it comes.
Abhorrence, whose blood boils in the vein.
You hate me worst of all.

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