My Recovery Injection - Biffy Clyro

I’ve been waitin on the overdrive

Slick and polished on the inside

It ruins feeding time

I’ll recover in an empty room

In remission from a real mood

Sit down, fuck-up, and wait your turn

Why can’t we hide, our secret lives?

Why can’t we climb, this useless height?

You hide your time, so well

Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness

You hide your scars, so well

I’ll recover if you want me to

Dig my way out of my black mood

Wait for the sun to fade

Why can’t we hide, our useless lives?

You hide your time, so well

Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness

You hide your scars, so well

You hide your time, so well

Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness

You hide your scars, so well

And nothing matters anymore

And nothing matters anymore

And nothing matters anymore

And nothing matters anymore

And nothing matters anymore

And nothing matters anymore

(You…) And nothing matters anymore

(Say…) And nothing matters anymore

(Nothing…) And nothing matters anymore

(You…) And nothing matters anymore

(Say…) And nothing matters anymore

(Nothing…) And nothing matters anymore