Lyrics: Manic Street Preachers. This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours. I'm Not Working.

Petryfied 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