I found the bones of all your ghosts
Locked in the wishing well
While birdsong gourmets dragged empty nets
I slumbered in my shell Im mittenacht, die mensch-machine Kissed me on my eyes
I rose and left the fire ladies glowing lonely in the night
With all the pornographers
Burning torches beneath the sea I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine I stole a cathode face from newscasts
And a crumbling fugue of songs
From the reservoir of video souls
In the lakes beneath my tongue In flesh of ash and silent movies
I walked dead boulevards again
A nebula of unfinished creatures
From the lifetimes of my friends My how your innocence has depraved me I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine Broadcast me, scrambled clean
Or free me from this flesh
Let the armchair cannibals take their fill
In every cell across wilderness We'll trip such a strangled tango
We'll waltz a wonderland affair
Let's run to meet the tide tomorrow
Leave all emotion dying there In the star cold beyond all of your dreams I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
I want to be a machine
