Manic Street Preachers I'm Not Working

Petrified for the millionth time
Slowly my soul evaporates
No parachutes no dismal clouds
Just this fucking space

I know what's coming
I'm not working
I know what's coming
I'm not working

Sweating out intelligence
like i don't know what it is
Clinging to the microwaves
and singing with the soundwaves

I know what's coming
I'm not working
I know what's coming
I'm not working

Delerium on helium
I am my own experience

I know what's coming
I'm not working
I know what's coming
I'm not working
I'm not working
I'm not working
I'm not working