I Want To Be a Machine

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 Mitternacht, die Mensch-Maschine)

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 that boulevard again

A nebula of unfinished creatures

From the lifetimes of my friends

I howled 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 tides 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