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 beingWith your face all made up, living on a screen, low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline"I think there's a flaw in my code, these voices won't leave me aloneWell, my heart is gold and my hands are cold.
Other options:
GASOLINE, HALSEY