Lyrics Manic Street Preachers – Builder Of Routines
Text:
I’ve sealed myself in
Laminated all of my skin
Sellotaped my world in bits
I must embrace paralysis
Only in you do we see ourselves
Only in you can we see our end
So sick and so tired of being 4 real
Only the fiction still has the appeal
Builder of Routines
It makes me safe and clean
It crucifies parts of me
But never seems to make me bleed
Only in you do we see ourselves
Only in you can we imagine our mend
So sick and so tired of being 4 real
Only the fiction still has the appeal
How I hate middle age
In between acceptance and rage
Democracy has sure made a fool out of me
But I am the builder of routines
Album
Manic Street Preachers – Rewind The Film
Manic Street Preachers – Death Of A Digital Ghost
Manic Street Preachers – 30–Year War
Manic Street Preachers – Running Out Of Fantasy
Manic Street Preachers – 3 Ways To See Despair
Manic Street Preachers – As Holy As The Soil (That Buries Your Skin)
Manic Street Preachers – Anthem For A Lost Cause
Manic Street Preachers – (I Miss The) Tokyo Skyline
Manic Street Preachers – 4 Lonely Roads
Manic Street Preachers – Builder Of Routines
Manic Street Preachers – Rewind The Film
Manic Street Preachers – Show Me The Wonder
Manic Street Preachers – This Sullen Welsh Heart