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Epicentre - Manic Street Preachers
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