Blistered Mirrors - Manic Street Preachers

Blistered mirrors

Distance lingers

Broken fingers

Bandaged together

Blistered mirrors

Sad and disfigured

Odd and impatient

Unlikely but human

These blistered mirrors stare back at me

They’ve slowly brought me to my knees

A heartbreak so pure, its killing is so clear

The best of times now fill me with tears

The best of times now fill me with tears

And capitalism

Neither rules or defines

It’s virtual anarchy

That is the real crime

My hands are held high

The white flag is raised

I implore you all

Together, let’s fail

Together, let’s fail

These blistered mirrors stare back at me

They’ve slowly brought me to my knees

A heartbreak so pure, its killing is so clear

The best of times now fill me with tears

The best of times now fill me with tears