Heyday of the Blood Songtext
von Manic Street Preachers

Seek the opposition
For they are your best friends
Enemies they sometimes go
Way out in the end
Way out in the end
In the heyday of the blood
You′re so convinced of your own worth
Your faith fails to diminish
In the heyday of the blood
We followed all our ruins
We filled them all with fear


We must be so addicted
So detached from all we see
So detached from all we see
In the heyday of the blood
You're so convinced of your own worth
Your faith fails to diminish
In the heyday of the blood
In the heyday of the blood
You′re so convinced of your own worth
Your faith fails to diminish
In the heyday of the blood