Panic Song
Ready for a cheap escape
On the brink of self-destruction
Widespread panic
Broken glas inside my head
Bleeding down these thoughts of
Anguish... mass confusion#
The world is a sick machine
Breeding a mass of shit
With such a desolate conclusion
Fill the void with... I donґt care
Thereґs a pleague inside of me
Eating at my disposition
Nothingґs left
Torn out of reality
Into a state of no opinion
Lip with hate
Исполнитель: Green Day