Dead Trees and Traffic Islands - Manic Street Preachers

Paralysis through analysis

Yellow moral unclean decay

Silence begins to help me now

The sunshine it fades away

Symbols have now disappeared

How could this happen to me?

How could this happen to me?

But now I feel so weak

Dead trees and traffic islands never meet

Is this, is this my defeat?

This purgatory for beginners

Dead trees and traffic islands

Tolerance slips away

Body shrugs and says hello once more

Paint the walls within my mind

Clandestine brain finished period

Lips turn grey inside turns out

I show little defence

I show little defence

But now I feel so weak

Dead trees and traffic islands never meet

Is this, is this my defeat?

This purgatory for beginners

Dead trees and traffic islands