Epicentre Lyrics
In 'Epicentre' der Manic Street Preachers thematisiert der Sänger James Dean Bradfield den inneren Konflikt, in dem er s... weiterlesen
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 numbed creature
I worship the painkiller
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentre
Non-existant energy
Adrenelin my God
Still clinging to the umbillical cord
Umbillical cord
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 numbed creature
I worship the pain killer
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentre
I'm sleeping myself away
Into the blurred life of yesterday
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 numbed 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
Happy black days, here's the summer
Here's the summer
[x7]
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 numbed creature
I worship the painkiller
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentre
Non-existant energy
Adrenelin my God
Still clinging to the umbillical cord
Umbillical cord
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 numbed creature
I worship the pain killer
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentre
I'm sleeping myself away
Into the blurred life of yesterday
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 numbed 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
Happy black days, here's the summer
Here's the summer
[x7]
Writer(s): Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore, James Dean Bradfield
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In 'Epicentre' der Manic Street Preachers thematisiert der Sänger James Dean Bradfield den inneren Konflikt, in dem er sich zwischen Schmerz und der S... weiterlesen
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Themen des Songs
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Depression
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Sucht
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Selbstmedikation
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Indecision
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Schmerz
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Politik
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Existentialismus
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Traumatisierung
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Flucht
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Warenkrieg
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Hass
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Vergangenheit
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Gedächtnisverlust
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Energie
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