Auto Intoxication Lyrics - Postcards From A Young Man - 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? 

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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 

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