We use ourselves like politicians
For all the money and indecision, indecision
IndecisionFeels like there's no escape
Except through my hate
Second hand germ warfare
Denied oxygen everywhereLike a stunned fox, with memory loss
A sad numb creature, I worship the painkiller
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentreNon-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 feelingLike a stunned fox, with memory loss
A sad numb creature, I worship the painkiller
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentreI'm sleeping myself away
Into the blurred life of yesterday
I'm tip-tip-a-tapping tip-tip-a-tapping
My nerves are destroyedFeels like there's no escape
Except through my hate
Second hand germ warfare
Denied oxygen everywhereLike a stunned fox, with memory loss
A sad numb creature, I worship the painkiller
This is my epicentre
This is my epicentreYou 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 boyThis is my epicentre
Songwriters
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