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Random Manic Street Preachers lyrics, every few hours
So Come on Ramsey. Lets set the world alight.
December 7, 2025 at 8:20 AM
I re-imagine the steps you took.
December 7, 2025 at 6:19 AM
This the howl, this the sigh of the lonely.
December 7, 2025 at 4:17 AM
Systemised atrocity ignored as long as bi-lingual signs on view.
December 7, 2025 at 2:15 AM
A gathering of no meaning
December 7, 2025 at 12:14 AM
Not to pray but to cry and wish while painting portraits of our loneliness, the tattoo that runs down your spine is a secret message for us to find.
December 6, 2025 at 10:13 PM
Never want to let it go
December 6, 2025 at 8:10 PM
I can't pretend that it's a cry for help
December 6, 2025 at 6:10 PM
We've finally found a way to consume boredom every day.
December 6, 2025 at 4:09 PM
How could this happen to me? But now I feel so weak. Dead trees and traffic islands never meet.
December 6, 2025 at 2:05 PM
Dead Yankee drawl, hey, we love Oscar
December 6, 2025 at 12:04 PM
For the lost and weak, for the butterflies and devotees.
December 6, 2025 at 10:02 AM
The victories and failures I daily lose and win.
December 5, 2025 at 8:02 PM
Fragments crawling like cobwebs on stone. Blows away the safety only a sleeping pill knows.
December 5, 2025 at 6:00 PM
Revol: Mr. Lenin - awaken the boy; Mr. Stalin - bi-sexual epoch.
December 5, 2025 at 4:03 PM
I’ll be remembered as your brother.
December 5, 2025 at 2:00 PM
No stranger to this cause
December 5, 2025 at 12:02 PM
Today a poet who can't play guitar. Tomorrow Steve Ovett has injured his calf.
December 5, 2025 at 10:01 AM
All we make is entertainment, a sad indictment of what we're good at.
December 5, 2025 at 7:59 AM
Decline accelerates into prejudice. I accuse history. I accuse.
December 5, 2025 at 5:56 AM
Starbright keep me safe today and tonight.
December 5, 2025 at 3:57 AM
Words don't cover the scars anymore
December 5, 2025 at 1:58 AM
Wrap their arms around a shrinking somebody.
December 4, 2025 at 11:58 PM
I don't wanna be understood; I just wanna kill out of blandness – I am your everyday thrill.
December 4, 2025 at 9:56 PM
We smile at this ugly world, it never really suited you.
December 4, 2025 at 7:55 PM