Panic
walked into the room
As
business like as he could be,
He
only shook a few folks hands,
He
doesn't really need to,
He
mixes well
Without
a touch,
And
carries with him friends,
Fear
lives within his pocket,
And
remains behind
When
he departs.
He said,
I've come to take you,
Hold on tight
For
now,
'Till
I abandon you
To
something
Worse,
Sometime
later in the night.
Hold
on
And
pray I drop you in the light.
But
be on guard,
My
touch remains,
When
I have gone,
So
watch your back.
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