Texty: Manic Street Preachers. Generation Terrorists. Stay Beautiful.

Find your faith in your security
All broken up at seventeen
Jam your brain with broken heroes
Love your masks and adore your failure

We're a mess of eyeliner and spray paint
DIY destruction on Chanel chic
In the your culture of consumption
This is a culture of destruction

Don't wanna see your face
Don't wanna hear your words
Why don't you just
Don't wanna see your face
Don't wanna hear your words
Why don't you just

Babes on the run with poisoned lips
Wrap your arms 'round this everlasting kiss
Clinging to your own sense of waste
All we love is lonely wreckage

Your school, your dole and your checkbook dreams
Your clothes, your suits and your pension schemes
Now you say you know how we feel
But don't fall in love 'cause we hate you still

Don't wanna see your face
Don't wanna hear your words
Why don't you just
Don't wanna see your face
Don't wanna hear your words
Why don't you just

Destroyed by madness, ooh yeah
Destroyed by madness, ooh yeah
Destroyed by madness, ooh yeah
Anxiety is freedom