BENZIN is Rammstein’s roaring love letter to raw combustion. Instead of the usual vices – heroin, alcohol, nicotine, caffeine – the narrator craves only high-octane gasoline and a cocktail of dynamite, nitroglycerin, and terpentine. Fuel becomes his lifeblood: it “flows through my veins,” powers his “heart and kidneys like engines,” and promises an explosive rush no drug or relationship can match. The pounding riffs mirror the song’s imagery of engines revving, flames rising, and a man who literally runs on petrol.
Beneath the pyrotechnic bravado, the lyrics hint at a darker critique. Our modern world is addicted to energy, speed, and destruction, and the singer’s mantra “Gib mir Benzin” (“Give me gasoline”) exaggerates that obsession until it sounds almost monstrous. When he declares that anything you want to forget should be “swimming in Benzin,” the song challenges listeners to question how easily we burn through resources – and even memories – for the thrill of power. Equal parts anthem and warning, BENZIN turns the gas pump into a symbol of desire, danger, and the fiery heart of industrial metal itself.