I found the bones of all your ghosts

Locked in the wishing well

While birdsong gourmets dragged empty nets

I slumbered in my shell



Mitternacht, 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 at boulevards again

A nebula of unfinished creatures

From the lifetimes of my friends



I hope 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