The Sound of Detachment - Manic Street Preachers

I'm holding a pistol against my head

I gouged my eyeballs out again

I am so pitiful and so pitiless

But still enraptured by this emptiness

By this emptiness

I feel as old as the Welsh hills that I love

And yet as empty as the sky above

I am as mournful as the stillness of the sea

I am so full of sorrow can something set me free

I cannot separate anything anymore

I have become something of a lost cause

I've used all my words and metaphors

I am all messed up like never before

Like never before

I feel as old as the Welsh hills that I love

And yet as empty as the sky above

I am as mournful as the stillness of the sea

I am so full of sorrow something set me free

I feel as old as the Welsh hills that I love

And yet as empty as the sky above

I am as mournful as the stillness of the sea

I am so full of sorrow something set me free