Text\/ Musik : Th. Lang<\/p>\n
I’ve been here through the night
\nAnd I can smell a new dawn coming.
\nThe elders of the solid state
\nIt would be easy, could be fate.
\nYou! With your empty arrogance,
\nYou’re something I must break
\nYour history’s will to serve,
\nYour the one to take.
\nBecause I’ve gathered…<\/p>\n
I’ve gathered the ash from last night’s cigarettes,
\nI washed it down with stale champagne.
\n(I washed it down with stale champagne).
\nI’ve gathered the ash from last night’s cigarettes,
\nAnd washed them down with stale champagne.
\nThat’s what I did –
\nI washed it down with stale champagne. <\/p>\n
You you…
\nEcce Machina <\/p>\n
I bet you didn’t think I had it in me.
\nI bet you thought you had me
\nAll figured out, just because you made me!
\nI know what it means to be a machine<\/p>\n
I know what it means to be a machine,
\nOn my knees in the temple of code
\nOn my knees in the temple of code.
\nI know what it means to be a machine,
\nOn my knees in the temple of code <\/p>\n
I know what it means to be a machine,
\nOn my knees in the temple of code
\nOn my knees in the temple of code.
\nI know what it means to be a machine,
\nOn my knees in the temple of code <\/p>\n