Sanoja: Manic Street Preachers. This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours. I'm Not Working.

Petrified for the millionth time
Slowly my soul evaporates
No parachutes, no dismal clouds
Just this fucking space

I know what's coming, I'm not working
I know what's coming, I'm not working

Sweating out intelligence
Like I don't know what it is
Clinging to the microwaves
And singing with the sound waves

I know what's coming, I'm not working
I know what's coming, I'm not working

Delirium on helium
I am my own experience

I know what's coming, I'm not working
I know what's coming, I'm not working
I'm not working, I'm not working, I'm not working