Текст песни: Green Day. Panic Song.

Ready for a cheap escape On the brink of self-destruction Widespread panic Broken glas 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 donґt care Thereґs a pleague inside of me Eating at my disposition Nothingґs left Torn out of reality Into a state of no opinion Lip with hate