Tytuł: Epicentre

• Wykonawca: Manic Street Preachers
• Wyświetleń: 187

We use ourselves like politicians
  For all the money and indecision - indecision
  Indecision
  
  Feels like there's no escape
  Except through my hate
  Second hand germ warfare
  Denied oxygen everywhere
  
  Like a stunned fox - with memory loss
  A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller
  It is my epicentre
  It is my epicentre
  
  Non-existent energy adrenalin my God
  Still clinging to the umbilical chord - umbilical chord
  I'm breaking and I'm shaking - so delete the feeling
  Beneath the real thing - delete the feeling - delete the feeling
  
  Like a stunned fox - with memory loss
  A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller
  It is my epicentre
  It is my epicentre
  
  I'm sleeping myself away
  Into the blurred life of yesterday
  I'm tip-tip-a-tapping tip-tip-a-tapping
  My nerves are destroyed
  
  Feels like there's no escape
  Except through my hate
  Second hand germ warfare
  Denied oxygen everywhere
  
  Like a stunned fox - with memory loss
  A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller
  This is my epicentre
  This is my epicentre
  
  You don't drink - you don't get high
  So make sure you take your medicine boy
  You don't drink - you don't get high
  So make sure you take your medicine boy
  
  This is my epicentre
  
  Happy black days, here's the summer (here's the summer)
  Happy black days, here's the summer (here's the summer)
  Happy black days, here's the summer (here's the summer)
  Happy black days, here's the summer (here's the summer)
  Happy black days, here's the summer (here's the summer)
  Happy black days, here's the summer (here's the summer)