Peeled Apples
James Dean Bradfield / Manic Street Preachers / Sean Moore
Peeled Apples
The more I see, the less I scream,
The figure eight inside out is infinity,
The naked light bulb is always on,
They make your break complete, then they blow it to kingdom come.
Riderless horses Noam Chomsky's Camelot,
Bruises on my hands from digging my nails out,
A series of images against you and me,
Trespass your torments, if you are what you wanna be.
I once impersonated a shopwork dummy,
The Levi jean will always be stronger than the Uzi,
A dwarf takes his cockrel out of the cockfight,
Falcons attack the pigeons, in the west wing at night.