Heyday of the Blood - Manic Street Preachers

Seek the opposition

For they are your best friends

Enemies they sometimes go

Way out in the end

Way out in the end

In the heyday of the blood

You’re so convinced of your own worth

Your faith fails to diminish

In the heyday of the blood

We followed all our ruins

We filled them all with fear

We must be so addicted

So detached from all we see

So detached from all we see

In the heyday of the blood

You’re so convinced of your own worth

Your faith fails to diminish

In the heyday of the blood