Текст (слова) песни: Manic Street Preachers - Epicentre
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)
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