Panic Song - Green Day

Ready for a cheap escape on the brink of

Self-destruction, widespread panic

Broken glass inside my head bleeding down these thoughts of

Anguish, mass confusion

Well, the world is a sick machine

Breeding a mass of shit

With such a desolate conclusion

Fill the void with I don’t care

There’s a plague inside of me eating at my disposition

Nothing’s left

Torn out of reality to a state of no opinion

Limp with hate

Well, the world is a sick machine

Breeding a mass of shit

With such a desolate conclusion

Fill the void with I don’t care

I wanna jump out

I wanna jump out

I wanna jump out

I wanna jump out