Panic Song

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