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 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 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 Ah!