Manic Street Preachers

Shed some skin for the fear within
Is starting to hurt me with everything
Freed from the memory
Escape from our history, history
And I just hope that you can forgive us
But everything must go
And if you need an explanation
Then everything must go
I look to the future it makes me cry
But it seems too real to tell you why
Freed from the century
With nothing but memory, memory
And I just hope that you can forgive us