taviangoon January 17, 2010 Link
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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 numb creature, I worship the painkiller
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentre
Non-existent energy adrenalin my God
Still clinging to the umbilical chord, umbilical chord
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 numb creature, I worship the painkiller
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentre
I'm sleeping myself away
Into the blurred life of yesterday
I'm 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 numb 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
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 numb creature, I worship the painkiller
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentre
Non-existent energy adrenalin my God
Still clinging to the umbilical chord, umbilical chord
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 numb creature, I worship the painkiller
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentre
I'm sleeping myself away
Into the blurred life of yesterday
I'm 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 numb 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
Lyrics submitted by Thom Webbe
Epicentre Lyrics as written by Jones Bradfield
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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+1General CommentThe last bit sounds like 'happy bright days', not 'black'.
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0General Commentit seems like, unlike assorted other songs of theirs supposedly about it, this song is actually about how all the drugs make you numb to everything else. Allthedrugs are the only thing that matter, and they are keeping you alive in a way.pumkinhedon February 08, 2005 Link
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