Blank Diary Entry Manic Street Preachers (Ft. Mark Lanegan)

[Verse 1: Mark Lanegan]
In a garden full of locusts
Pain was a crying man
Wrapped in several kinds of skin
Seeking consolation in machines

[Verse 2: James Dean Bradfield]
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

[Chorus: Mark Lanegan & James Dean Bradfield]
Just another blank diary entry
The emptiness tells its own story
A blank diary entry
A slow painful goodbye to glory
A goodbye to glory

[Verse 3: Mark Lanegan]
A gentle murmuration concealed to all but me
Estranged sad and softened
In a low sky by the sea, patiently

[Verse 4: Mark Lanegan and James Dean Bradfield]
Disciplined desirеs and toxic agendas
Polished by light yet still half rеmembered
Fatigued - tired ragged and distressed
No way out of this unholy mess - I must confess