... 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 face all made up,
Living on a screen,
Low on self esteem, 
So you run on Gasoline."

I think there's a fault in my code,
These voices won't leave me alone,

Well my heart is gold, and my hands are cold...'