Panic from The World by Perception Check

Pride is a funny thing; it's all relative
Primitive in its natural form; it's not ours to give
Pride of the nation, defender of our land
A hero in the making; the finest one in the sand.

Your palms are sweaty, it's hot as hell, but you're feeling compelled.
By the captains words: "kill or be killed"
And as the sun beats down, you hear a distant sound, the calmness is profound
And then you see a sudden flash; everyone hits the ground

Panic, Panic, Stand up and attack
Everyone is dead, and no one's got your back
Panic, Panic, Look all around
Only chaos surrounds

Panic, Panic, Last chance to attack
Distortion in your head, and your vision turns black
Panic, Panic, Search all around
Your pride cannot be found

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