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Manic Street Preachers Journal For Plague Lovers

Pretend prayer Pretend care Makes everything seem so fair These perfect abattoirs These perfect actors These perfect abattoirs Only a god can bruise

Pretend prayer Pretend care Makes everything seem so fair These perfect abattoirs These perfect actors These perfect abattoirs Only a god can bruise

I am not dead I demand I know my rights I know my rights You cover illness with flowers And flowers die And flowers die Waking I feel I follow mirrors

Here I am, rise and shine Way down of course I smile Here is hospitality skin care tones Clean flesh and lines tainted UV protection This beauty here

Pretend prayer Pretend care Makes everything seem so fair These perfect abattoirs These perfect actors These perfect abattoirs Only a god can bruise

Herman the Bull and Tracey the sheep Transgendered milk containing human protein The bacteria cheaper than baby food Injection today Today it's a cow

She'd walk on broken glass for love She thought burnt skin would please her lover To keep love alive and lust beside Kind people should never be treated

The more I see, the less I scream, The figure eight inside out is infinity The naked light bulb is always on They make your break complete Then they

They sit around tables rendered dumb Coloured sticks of chalk are passed around Today the doctors allow the illusion of choice Tomorrow the necks split