Manic Street Preachers - My Drowning World

I want it to be a failure
Ah, to live in the ruins of my own life
To surf on the waves of nothingness
My secret language still with me
The cold and [?] on my lungs
My mother a long-lost distant ghost

Oh the glory of my drowning world
All the marriages, diaries and the [?]
The ice in the veins
The feeling so sweet, yeah
It's the ritual that I intend to repeat
To repeat

My father's anger still raging
All around by million words
None of which I wrote, all of which I learned
Hymns of my youth still call me
More than a hammer, more than
Goodbye the scripts
Goodbye Shakespeare

Oh the folly of my drowning world
All the marriages, diamonds and
The ice in the veins
The feeling so sweet, yeah
It's the ritual that I intend to repeat
To repeat

And in my self-destruction
Never worked on Saint David's Day
The only principle I ever obeyed