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