Текст песни 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 epicenter
It is my epicenter

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

I′m 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)