Running Out of Fantasy

Running Out of Fantasy - Manic Street Preachers

My eco-system is based on hatred

My DNA remains untested

I hate the tyranny of the Sun

It always rises always comes down

I'm running out of fantasy

I don't expect your sympathy

I'm old I'm strange I'm confidential

Has my fantasy run out of delusion

Has my fantasy reached its logical conclusion

I'm running out of fantasy

The dying fall of my sentences

The magic of lost consequences

The seduction of a fading power

In a hotel room in the middle of nowhere

I'm running out of fantasy

I don't expect your sympathy

I'm old I'm strange I'm confidential

Has my fantasy run out of delusion

Has my fantasy reached its logical conclusion

I'm running out of fantasy

I'm revealing myself in layers

Exposing a core to the inner eye

Drawn deep into some distant episodes

I don't know whether to laugh or cry

Running out of fantasy

The obsession with change has bled me dry

My fantasy forever locked inside

The obsession with change has bled me dry

The obsession with change has bled me dry

My fantasy forever locked inside

The obsession with change has bled me dry