Ec Ce Machina

I've been here through the night And I can smell the new dawn coming The elders of the solid state Huh, it would be easy Could be fate You! With your empty arrogance You're something I must break Your history's going to serve Yeah, the one to take Because I've gathered I've gathered the ash from last night's cigarettes And washed it down with stale champagne I washed it down with stale champagne I've gathered the ash from last night's cigarettes And washed it down with stale champagne I washed it down with stale champagne That's what I did - I washed it down with stale champagne You I bet you didn't think I had it in me I bet you thought You had me All figured out Just because you made me I know what it means To be a machine I know what it means to be a machine On my knees in the temple of gold On my knees in the temple of gold I know what it means to be a machine (A machine) On my knees in the temple of gold On my knees in the temple of gold I know what it means to be a machine On my knees in the temple of gold I know what it means to be a machine On my knees in the temple of gold (A machine) I've gathered the ash from last night's cigarettes And washed them down with stale champagne I washed it down with stale champagne I've gathered the ash from last night's cigarettes And washed them down with stale champagne I know what it means to be a machine (I know what it means) On my knees in the temple of gold (Oo-ooh) I know what it means to be a machine (I. Know. What. It. Means) On my knees in the temple of gold (On my knees, on my knees, on my knees, on my knees) (I know, baby!) I know what it means to be a machine (A machine) On my knees in the temple of gold (For you baby, for you baby) (And I do!) I know what it means to be a machine On my knees in the temple of gold (I know what it means) I know what it means to be a machine On my knees in the temple of gold