Panacea is about the loss of a loved one and the desire to do anything to bring them back again, even sacrificing my own soul.
I wrote it during an extremely dark period of my life. I was living in an old dilapidated house that had squirrels living inside the walls and was on the verge of being condemned.
In dreams, a house often represents the self.
You can attempt to make a house more attractive by painting the walls, but that does nothing to repair the actual structure that is broken.
Things are not always as they appear.
A​ pleasant exterior may just be a mask that is hiding a dark and shattered interior.

Now that you're gone
We still have to carry on
No, the world won't wait
And nobody cares
So I will make a pact with the one who is Red
And sell my soul to bring back the dead
My Panacea
A sacrifice so you can live another day
In memory of my love
This tragedy
I'll reverse our lives by taking mine
I will repay
In memory of my true love
Now that you're gone we still have to carry on
Though my world has changed
The world remains the same
So I will cast a spell and lay me to rest
And sell my soul to raise up the dead