Auto-Intoxication - Manic Street Preachers

The more I want to be me

The less I know myself

The living left to die

While ghosts are brought to life

Welcome to the new slave trade

Drained of delusion and buried in debt

How the hell do we find each other, suffering auto-intoxication?

The disaster isn’t coming, it’s already arrived

I am so lucky, I think that I’ve survived

I am what I am, my body belongs to me My work will set me free and fulfil my dreams

The new economy embraces the ruins

It makes us strong and soothes our fears

Welcome to the new slave trade

Drained of delusion and buried in debt

How the hell do we find each other, suffering auto-intoxication?

The disaster isn’t coming, it’s already arrived

I am so lucky, I think that I’ve survived

The disaster isn’t coming, it’s already arrived

I am so lucky, I think that I’ve survived