Gasoline

Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me?
Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me?
Just to pour that --- down the drain like me?
Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?
Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me?
Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?
And all the people say
«You can’t wake up, this is not a dream
You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being
With your fac all made up, living on a screen
Low on self esteem, so you run on gasolin»
(Post-Chorus)
Oh, ooh oh, ooh oh, oh
I think there’s a flaw in my code
Oh, ooh oh, ooh oh, oh
These voices won’t leave me alone
Well my heart is gold and my hands are cold
Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline