Blistered Mirrors
MANIC STREET PREACHERS · Futurology 2014 · Track 12 of 14
Blistered mirrors Distance lingers Broken fingers Bandaged together
Blistered mirrors Sad and disfigured Odd and impatient Unlikely but human
These blistered mirrors stare back at me They've slowly brought me to my knees A heartbreak so pure, its killing is so clear The best of times now fill me with tears The best of times now fill me with tears
And capitalism Neither rules or defines It's virtual anarchy That is the real crime
My hands are held high The white flag is raised I implore you all Together, let's fail Together, let's fail
These blistered mirrors stare back at me They've slowly brought me to my knees A heartbreak so pure, its killing is so clear The best of times now fill me with tears The best of times now fill me with tears