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"Panic Song" lyrics

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"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


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Writer(s): Frank Edwin Wright Iii, Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Ryan Pritchard
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album: "Insomniac" (1994)
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