Manic Street Preachers - Epicentre

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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 epicenter, it is my epicenter



A non existent energy, adrenalin my god

Still clinging to the umbilical chord

Umbilical chord



I'm breaking and I'm shaking

So delete the, 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 epicenter, it is my epicenter



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 epicenter, this is my epicenter



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 epicenter



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)

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