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Manic Street Preachers The Holy Bible Mausoleum Wherever you go I will be carcass Whatever you see will be rotting flesh Humanity recovered glittering etiquette Answers her crimes with Mausoleum rent Regained your self-control And regained your self-esteem And blind your success inspires And analyse, despise and scrutinise Never knowing what you hoped for And safe and warm but life is so silent For the victims who have no speech In their shapeless guilty remorse Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Your meaning, your meaning No birds - no birds The sky is swollen black No birds - no birds Holy mass of dead insect Come and walk down memory lane No one sees a thing but they can pretend Life eternal scorched grass and trees For your love nature has haemorrhaged Regained your self-control And regained your self-esteem And blind your success inspires And analyse, despise and scrutinise Never knowing what you hoped for And safe and warm but life is so silent For the victims who have no speech In their shapeless guilty remorse Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Obliterates your meaning Your meaning, your meaning No birds - no birds The sky is swollen black No birds - no birds Holy mass of dead insect I wanted to rub the human face in its own vomit... and force it to look in the mirror And life can be as important as death But so mediocre when there's no air, no light and no hope Prejudice burns brighter when it's all we have to burn The world lances youth's lamb-like winter, winter |
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