(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore)
I am nothing and should be everything
You're methadone pretty, surrender in pity
Intentional destruction germ
Eats your thoughts and make you happy
They wanna piece of your skin
Pump it safer than, than a suicide
Methadone pretty
Methadone pretty
Heart beats like a refuge machine
Pretty hostage mass, licensed to obey
Xerox days to acceptance
Decline accelerates into prejudice
They wanna piece of your skin
Pump it safer than, than a suicide
Methadone pretty
Methadone pretty
I accuse history, I accuse
I accuse history, I accuse
I accuse history
I accuse history, I accuse
I accuse history, I accuse
I don't need your history
Wreckage inside all that's real
Another bought product, no reality
Passive consumers with patrolled desires
Mindless countdown to retirement
They wanna piece of your skin
Pump it safer than, than a suicide
Gonna stay a terminal young thing
An' never gonna be methadone pretty
Methadone pretty
Methadone pretty
Methadone