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 don´t care
There´s a pleague inside of me
Eating at my disposition
Nothing´s left
Torn out of reality
Into a state of no opinion
Lip with hate

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