Lletres: Green Day. Insomniac. 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