 (B. Dickinson/ A. Dickson)
I've got myself a widget
A gizmo with wires and Martian intent, yeah
Strange face of beauty, that's my machine
It blinks and stares right at me
Sees nothing, but in it's wires
A strange thing of beauty, that's my machine
You won't believe what it can do
It tells me things I never wished I knew
Like the mirror, when you ask, it tells you true
Inside the machine, the web has got you now
Inside the machine, yeah-eh-eh-eh-eah!
I'd strap my DNA to it
A living device, the light of my life, yeah
Strange face of beauty, that's my machine
I sit and we crackle with static
It makes no sense to have experience when...
A strange thing of beauty, that's my machine
You won't believe what it can do
It tells me things I never wished I knew
Like the mirror, when you ask, it tells you true
Inside the machine, we're looking for control
Inside the machine, you're part of it somehow
Inside the machine, yeah, yeah, yeah
SOLO
Inside the machine, the web has got you now
Inside the machine, you're part of it somehow
Inside the machine, we're looking for control
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