Running Out of Fantasy Manic Street Preachers

[Verse 1]
My eco-system is based on hatred
My DNA remains untested
I hate the tyranny of the Sun
It always rises, always comes down
I'm running out of fantasy

[Chorus]
I don't expect your sympathy
I'm old, I'm strange I'm confidential
Has my fantasy run out of delusion?
Has my fantasy reached its logical conclusion?
I'm running out of fantasy

[Verse 2]
The dying fall of my sentences
The magic of lost consequences
The seduction of a fading power
In a hotel room in the middle of nowhere
I'm running out of fantasy

[Chorus]
I don't expect your sympathy
I'm old, I'm strange I'm confidential
Has my fantasy run out of delusion?
Has my fantasy reached its logical conclusion?
I'm running out of fantasy