Epicentre — Manic Street Preachers: текст песни

Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore

We use ourselves like politicians

For all the money and indecision - indecision

Indecision

Feels like theres 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

Non-existent energy adrenalin my god

Still clinging to the umbilical chord - umbilical chord

Im breaking and Im 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

Im sleeping myself away

Into the blurred life of yesterday

Im tip-tip-a-tapping tip-tip-a-tapping

My nerves are destroyed

Feels like theres 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

You dont drink - you dont get high

So make sure you take your medicine boy

You dont drink - you dont get high

So make sure you take your medicine boy

This is my epicentre