Текст песни Running Out of Fantasy - Manic Street Preachers
My
ecosystem
is
based
on
hatred
My
DNA
remains
untested
I
hate
the
tyranny
of
the
sun
It
always
rises,
always
comes
down
I′m
running
out
of
fantasy
I
don't
expect
your
sympathy
I′m
old,
I'm
strange,
I'm
confidential
Has
my
fantasy
run
out
of
delusion?
Has
my
fantasy
reached
its
logical
conclusion?
I′m
running
out
of
fantasy
The
dying
fall
of
my
sentences
The
magic
of
lost
consequences
The
seduction
of
a
fading
power
In
a
hotel
room
in
the
middle
of
nowhere
I′m
running
out
of
fantasy
I
don't
expect
your
sympathy
I′m
old,
I'm
strange,
I′m
confidential
Has
my
fantasy
run
out
of
delusion?
Has
my
fantasy
reached
its
logical
conclusion?
I'm
running
out
of
fantasy
I′m
revealing
myself
in
layers
Exposing
a
core
to
the
inner
eye
Drawn
deep
into
some
distant
episodes
I
don't
know
whether
to
laugh
or
cry
I'm
running
out
of
fantasy
The
obsession
with
change
has
bled
me
dry
My
fantasy
forever
locked
inside
The
obsession
with
change
has
bled
me
dry
The
obsession
with
change
has
bled
me
dry
My
fantasy
forever
locked
inside
The
obsession
with
change
has
bled
me
dry
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