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.
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,
into a state of no opinion,
limp with hate.
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.