Lyrics Manic Street Preachers

Manic Street Preachers

Distractions

it's like the grief that is written and not said

there is no love, only willing gentleness

the testimonials are exiting the turnstyles

a limitless supply of modern distractions

data junkies, future PLC's

misinterpretations through remote control

no domiciles, no time to reconcile

how you can hate with so much joy

distractions, denials, anything to avoid

the men from the mobs lament the destroyed

distractions, denials, built to deceive

anything to sidestep a reason to believe

frameless icons warn of the danger

deflecting our pursuit, deflecting the answers

distracted to the point of no return

trying to make sense of nothing at all

it's like the grief that is written and not said

there is no love, only willing gentleness

the testimonials are exiting the turnstyles

a limitless supply of modern distractions

distractions, denials, anything to avoid

the men from the mobs lament the destroyed

distractions, denials, built to deceive

anything to sidestep a reason to believe