Manic Street Preachers

Solitude sometimes is
The place that I would like to live
Solitude sometimes is
When nothing really seems to fit

If black were truly black not grey
It might provide some depth to pray
To black out all the worlds of men
And demons too, but not even then
Solitude sometimes is

Solitude sometimes is
Life that no longer exists
Solitude sometimes is
When there's nothing left to give

If black were truly black not grey
It might provide some depth to pray
To black out all the worlds of men
And demons too, but not even then
Solitude sometimes is

Drop your bombs on all I see
Leave this world alone for me
The thing I need to hide behind
It reigns beneath my holy skies

If black were truly black not grey
It might provide some depth to pray
To black out all the worlds of men
And demons too, but not even then
Solitude sometimes is
Solitude sometimes is...

Cut your hair in front of business men
Kill yourself and censor health
Destroy words and ignore their truth
Wanna die and have never worked

I feel like falling, I feel like falling
I feel like falling, I feel like falling
I feel like falling, I feel like falling

I can't feel, no need to care
Narcotic of ambition poisoned my air
Wearing hate like you wear money
Sucking down Vodka, spitting our Perrier

I feel like falling, I feel like falling
I feel like falling, I feel like falling
I feel like falling, I feel like falling

Oh the road is beautiful
You live stoned on obedience
Your vanity kills people
Paint your ego in blood
Oh the road is beautiful

The wall is a reason for you to believe
There's too many numbers for us to sleep
The wall is a reason for you to believe
Because there are too many numbers, numbers, numbers

Oh the road is beautiful
You live stoned on obedience
Your vanity kills people
Paint your ego in blood
Oh the road is beautiful
Beautiful
Beautiful

Everyone is staring with the glaze of obsession
Interlocking cartels bypassing the bone
The empty statement of artschool dissension
Institutionalised expression of mass control

And if when America flings in whole
Your pile of misery where centuries be
And he does win a holiday after a poll
One per cent interest stand up with glee

Soul contamination spreads the germs of finance
Making weak minds think this is what they want
Power facts are brutally sold to worn darkened skin
Arise the new scum arise to the sound of a drum

With your desk degrees in civil engineering
They're drawing up plans for a future for themselves
And sweet daddy buys up a university
On a mission tied next to suits

Soul contamination - die because you crossed by fire
Soul contamination - poverty expressed in your heart
Soul contamination - arise, surrender, burn
Soul contamination - do you rise up

Obedience to the law is free desire
Under curfew from neon barbed wire
Wasting away this country, wearing like a born dead
Free heroin shots for those who never beg

Spectators of suicide
Exported in society's eyes
Democracy is an empty lie
Dead like our yesterdays tonight

The only free choice is refusal to beg
Life reduced to suicidal pain
Cigarettes a life-line, it's safety in death
Choking on the billboards, advertised and fed

Spectators of suicide
Exported in society's eyes
Democracy is an empty lie
Dead like our yesterdays tonight

You're gonna shoot us dead with decadence
You're gonna shoot us dead with decadence

Paint your lips, things fall apart
Flowers of hate caress my skin now
Spend my time sucked up inside
Mutilation kick off all you believe in

Starlover you're just a souvenir
Starlover you're just another prayer
Starlover oh you touch me so
Feel like faces without kisses

Sterile wants spin in my head
Don't need culture, I spit it out
Twist and fall, wounds don't choke
I Piss on records, wanna see you dead

Starlover you're just a souvenir
Starlover you're just another prayer
Starlover oh you touch me so

A body voice born under torture
Leper cult disciples of a still born Christ
I worship stone so lance my eyes

Miles apart from anyone
Soma air waves of killing oxygen
We queue consuming anything
Hate all songs, aesthetic slavery now

Starlover you're just a souvenir
Starlover you're just another prayer
Starlover oh you touch me so
Feels like faces without kisses
Starlover
Starlover
Starlover
Starlover