MACHINE 

The colorful wings of a butterfly 
That smacks on [bad word] screen 
The way you put your hands 
On the keys of your machine 

You save your beliefs in your machine X2 

I know the higher sense 
That you feel when you're plugged in 
I know the higher brain 
In the guts of your machine 
You save the face of your machine 
Your machine 

Irate, cogitate, agitate 
Interface your machine 

The powerful light that radiates 
From the screen of your machine 
The way you're mesmerized 
By the speed of your machine 
You save all the work of your machine 
You save all your thoughts in your machine 

I know the higher waves 
That you feel with your machine 
I know the joy you feel 
When you're mind is a machine 
Your machine X2 

Calculator, emulator, agitator, integrator, inhalator... 

I know the higher waves 
That you feel with your machine 
I know the joy you feel 
When you're mind is a machine 
You save yourself in your machine 
You are the same as your machine 
You're machine X2