Manic Street Preachers

Childbirth tears upon her muscle
Very first second a screaming icon
Babies in time barely even recognise
Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips

My idea of love comes from
A childhood glimpse of pornography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealousy

Life becoming a landslide
Ice freezing nature dead
Life becoming a landslide
I don't wanna be a man

Everyday more numb to agony
This the howl this the sigh of the lonely
One day I realise oil on canvas
Can never paint a petal so so delicate

My idea of love comes from
A childhood glimpse of pornography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealousy

Life becoming a landslide
Ice freezing nature dead
Life becoming a landslide
I don't wanna be a man

My idea of love comes from
A childhood glimpse of pornography
Though there is no true love
Just a finely tuned jealousy

Life becoming a landslide
A mile empty inside
Life becoming a landslide
Desire on its knees

No one likes looking at you
Your lack of ego offends male mentality
They need your innocence
To steal vacant love and to destroy
Your beauty and virginity used like toys

My mind is dead, everybody loves me
Wants a slice of me
Hopelessly passive and compatible
Need to belong, oh the roads are scarey
So hold me in your arms
I wanna be your only possession

Used, used, used by men

All they leave behind is money
Paper made out of broken twisted trees
Your pretty face offends
Because it's something real that I can't touch
Eyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower

No god reached me, faded films and loving books
Black and white TV
All the world does not exist for me
And if I'm starving, you can feed me lollipops
Your diet will crush me
My life just an old man's memory

Little baby nothing
Loveless slavery, lips kissing empty
Dress your life in loathing
Breaking your mind with Barbie Doll futility

Little baby nothing
Sexually free, made-up to breakup
Assassinated beauty
Moths broken up, quenched at last
The vermin allowed a thought to pass them by

You are pure, you are snow
We are the useless sluts that they mould
Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany
Culture, alienation, boredom and despair

You are pure, you are snow
We are the useless sluts that they mould
Rock 'n' roll is our epiphany
Culture, alienation, boredom and despair

Love's sweet exile
Love's sweet exile

We blur into images of state coercion
Classified machines die misunderstood
City reflections pour out misery
We don't count cos we hate

Raindown alienation
Leave this country
Leave this country
Raindown alienation
Leave this country
Leave it

Despair seeps through and cuts our eyes
Unified collapse of everything inside
We understand but can't accept
You are not dead cos we hate

Raindown alienation
Leave this country
Leave this country
Raindown alienation
Leave this country
Leave it

Our lives drift into a faceless sense of void
Everything of meaning becomes destroyed
There's too much concrete for us to breathe
We are kept down cos we hate

Love's sweet exile
Love's sweet exile

Raindown alienation
Leave this country
Leave this country

Raindown alienation
Leave this country
Believe it

Love's sweet exile
Love's sweet exile

Heaven's weariness, you're climbing the walls
Asleep I daydreamed I could change it all
Running from something too painful to face
Epitaphs torn into bare foot soiled feet

Ecstasy's columns decay into night
Underneath hope she loves only to die?
Wasting my time on the shackles of her love

At night complete love's torn us under
Love is dragging me under
Betray my other self
The lost hours are over

Gentleness left me, a cataract's past life
Searching for something I'm unable to find
To weak to render a sorrow's daily grind
I find too much grief in her chastened eyes

Memory cannot choose where it wants to be
Love this sex through pity as mangled sheets
The tenderness that climbs in the mind

At night complete love's torn us under
Love is dragging me under
Betray my other self
The lost hours are over

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
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.