Manic Street Preachers
"Epicentre"

(Lyrics: Nick Jones; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)

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