onemanmilitia

Manic Street Preachers

I don t know what I am for
But I know what I am against
I m sickened to death by men
I m bored to death with myself

I m sick of the narratives
I m done with apologies
I m sick of conspiracies
The truth is a dead disease

I can t breathe when I hate this much
I m gonna burn all my fucking flags
I sound like a dying cause
I won t listen anymore

Even our dreams are intellectual
Like an ancient stone circle
Tightly bound to a rigid dogma
Will they last or take us under?
Even our screams are intravenous
I m so ashamed of my self-censoring
Why do I feel old and vulnerable?
We all know who s responsible

Even our dreams are intellectual
Like an ancient stone circle
Tightly bound to a rigid dogma
Will they last or take us under?

Even our dreams are intellectual
Like an ancient stone circle
Tightly bound to a rigid dogma
Will they last or take us under?