Manic Street Preachers / I'm Not Working...

Petrified for the millionth time
Slowly my soul evaporates
No parachutes no dismal clouds
Just this fucking space

Sweating out intelligence
Like I don't know what it is
Clinging to the microwaves
And singing with the sound-waves

Delerium on helium
I am my own experience
I know what's coming
I'm not working