Manic Street Preachers

So you tell me man is an island Stuck between sanity and asylum When the words you use won't work or fit They just hang around and always miss Retrace your steps again and again Your strength and virtue now coming to an end This purgatory, this const

I am nothing and should be everything You're methadone pretty, surrender in pity Intentional destruction germ Eats your thoughts and makes you happy They wanna piece of your skin Pump it safer than, than a suicide Methadone pretty Methadone pretty He

Beauty finds refuge in herself Lovers wrapped inside each others lies Beauty is such a terrible thing She is suffering yet more than death She is suffering She sucks you deeper in She is suffering You exist within her shadow Beauty she is scarred int

Black Square - Manic Street Preachers Europäische Träume, Europäische Schreie Europäische Himmel, Europäische Europäischen Straßen, Europäische Hoffnung Europäische Söhne, Europäische Liebe Europäische Träume, Europäische Schreie Europa Geht Durch Mi

Realise how lonely this is Self-defeating, oh, fuck, yeah Drowned in love and false kisses A gathering of no meaning That shadow is a cross okay Judgement must willing today Silence is not sacrifice Crucifixion is the easy life Who threw the first st

4 lonely roads The terror it had flown Never led you home 4 lonely roads Got sunk into my heart Then it fell apart Staring with an idle eye Measuring the pain inside Darker hell stood up on high Then disappeared without reply 4 lonely roads I'm trapp

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I don't believe in absolutes anymore I'm quite prepared to admit I was wrong This life it sucks your principles away You have to fight against it every single day These are the postcards from a young man They may never be written or posted again Thes

Libraries gave us power Then work came and made us free What price now for a shallow piece of dignity I wish I had a bottle Right here in my dirty face to wear the scars To show from where I came We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk And

Let us overcome our endless progress "Art is never modern, for art is eternal" When every single day you're haunted by perfection Paintings are never finished but merely abandoned Resources – divorces With unknown forces Endless endorsements Slo

All the complications All the deviations All the holy edicts All the broken subjects (Let's go to war) (Let's go to war) (Let's go to war) To feel some pureness and pain (Let's go to war) We need to go to war again Working class skeletons Lie scatter

Isn't it lovely, when the dawn brings the dew? I'll be watching over you Isn't it lovely, when the dawn brings the dew? I'll be watching over you Goodnight my sweetheart Until we leave tonight Hold me in your arms Wish me some luck as you wave goodby

A framed adolescence steeped in the history of you Stopping the summer once for you Experience is lost on me I am melancholia eternally But I still smile so stupidly For the first time ever I dont understand my television Just like a moment in Butch

Red Rubber - Manic Street Preachers My idle ledgers have fiasco boss Time to wake up kids of the cold war Some scars so deep they'll never heal Reparations pint glass unclean Civilisation takes up many forms Usually disguised and fatally flawed White

Your ritual everyday A mild shower soak in aftershave Best clothes do your best Look in the mirror go on Belittle yourself yourself yourself Belittle yourself yourself yourself You go on day after day Dreaming on a lie That you keep locked inside Of

You have your very own number They dress your cage in its nature Once you roared now you just grunt lame Pace around pathetic pound games Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks Wanna get out in here y

Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals Colour my hair but the dye grows out I can't seem to stay a fixed ideal Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene See myself without ruining lines Whole days throwing sticks into streams I have cr

I am riding with the empty motorcade All the politicians have left the stage The spectre of the high street, the ghost towns return The out of town cathedrals suffocate and control We were young - and yet we were old We were bought - and yet we were

Written by: stewart/wood In the morning Dont say you love me Cause Ill only kick you out of the door I know your name is rita Cause your perfume smelling sweeter Since when I saw you down on the floor Guitar Wont need to much persuading I dont mean t

Miss Europa disco dancer Feel the drug of your persona Miss Europa disco dancer I'm in heaven when I see you Miss Europa disco dancer Favourite son and favourite daughter Miss Europa disco dancer I suck suck up all of your power So serene, the world