Epicentre

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]
Happy black days
Here's the summer [here's the summer]
Happy black days
Here's the summer [here's the summer]