(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore). Always feeling torn and slow. Love song cull destroy poem. Misery and trauma making love. Best go shoot the fucking doves. The past is so beautiful. The future like a corpse in snow. I think it's all the fucking same. It's a life sentence babe. A line of vodka tears inside. A shot of boredom helps my mind. Staring through a thousand dead eyes. I guess my nerves are brutalised. Lips I kiss just another plague. Love can't fix the hole they made. Condemned to rock n'. Condemned to rock n' roll. No innocent exit when hope dies. And claustrophobia buys my mind. I ran to breathe contagious lies. No reasons for just living life. Ripcord opens but my soul is cold. With you I never felt more alone. Skin never sweating dignity. Kept my line beneath ecstasy. This fragile prison of sanity. An ocean wave to death babe. Masochistic love going nowhere. You're nothing pestilience a seed. Lips I kiss just another plague. Love can't fix the hole they made. Condemned to rock n'. Oblivions all we know. Lips I kiss just another plague. Lips I kiss just another plague. Love can't fix the hole they made. Sterile like a line of piss motherfucker. Review with avant garde lips you're just a motherfucker. There's nothing I wanna see.