manic street preachers
removables
Conscience binds you in chains Trail by stone hammer and nails No-one made the holes but me Misery mourns to be devoured  Killed God blood soiled unclean again Killed God blood soiled skin dead again Again everywhere again  All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always  Never grown preserved gently A bronze moth dies easily Unknown to others weak to me Broken hands never ending  Aimless rut of my own perception Numbly waiting for voices to tell me For voices to tell me  All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always All removables, all transitory All removables, passing always