Manic Street Preachers - Blank Diary Entry

In a garden full of locusts
Pain was a crying man
Wrapped in several kinds of skin
Seeking consolation in machines

Stuck in a hole of collapsing time
Locked into solitude by body state and mind
A silent tension drags and weakens
In a hollow room the darkness deepens
The curve steepens

Just another blank diary entry
The emptiness tells its own story
Blank diary entry
A slow painful goodbye to glory - goodbye to glory

A gentle murmuration concealed to all but me
Estranged sad and softened
In a low sky by the sea - patiently

Disciplined desires and toxic agendas
Polished by light yet still half remembered
Fatigued - tired ragged and distressed
No way out of this unholy mess - I must confess

Blank diary entry - the emptiness tells its own story
Blank diary entry - a slow painful goodbye to glory
Goodbye to glory