Lyrics:

Billie Joe and Mike used to suffer from panic attacks. This song is about what you feel when you’re caught by one of those.

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