Manic Street Preachers - Running Out Of Fantasy Lyrics
My eco-system is based on hatredMy DNA remains untestedI hate the tyranny of the SunIt always rises, always comes downI'm running out of fantasyI don't expect your sympathyI'm old, I'm strange I'm confidentialHas my fantasy run out of delusion?Has my fantasy reached its logical conclusion?I'm running out of fantasyThe dying fall of my sentencesThe magic of lost consequencesThe seduction of a fading powerIn a hotel room in the middle of nowhereI'm running out of fantasyI don't expect your sympathyI'm old, I'm strange I'm confidentialHas my fantasy run out of delusion?Has my fantasy reached its logical conclusion?I'm running out of fantasyI'm revealing myself in layersExposing a core to the inner eyeDrawn deep into some distant episodesI don't know whether to laugh or cryRunning out of fantasyThe obsession with change has bled my dryMy fantasy forever locked insideThe obsession with change has bled my dryThe obsession with change has bled my dryMy fantasy forever locked insideThe obsession with change has bled my dry