Tytuł: Inside the Machine

• Wykonawca: Bruce Dickinson
• Wyświetleń: 779

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
  Inside the machine, yeah, yeah, yeah