Your broken machine has some questions for me, 
Wants to know a little bit about my history, 
Wants to know why I write these ridiculous songs, 
Wants to know everything that turns me on 
 
And what turns me on is you, 
So now that's what turns it on too,
Its methods are filling me with doubt,
This experience is starting to creep me out 
 
It doesn't do anything,
It just sits there,
It doesn't do anything, 
It just sits there and looks at me 
 
M-m-mechanical meltdown,
It should be thrown away,
It should be scrapped by sundown, 
But broken machine is here to stay 
 
Your broken machine thinks it's fair to me, 
But it only sees what it wants to see, 
Looks into me to see what I'm made of, 
It's trying so hard to understand our love 
 
And it sees that I love you, 
And so you're the one that it loves too, 
It wants to understand the workings of our heart, 
It doesn't care if it tears ours apart 
 
It doesn't do anything, 
It just sits there,
It doesn't do anything,
It just sits there and looks at me 
 
M-m-mechanical meltdown,
It should be thrown away,
S-s-satanica shutdown,
But broken machine is here to stay 
 
You know what, machine?
My mind's not big enough for the both of us,
But you tell me you're here to stay, 
I guess that's what I get for surrounding myself 
With technology!
 
M-m-mechanical meltdown,
It should be thrown away, 
It should be scrapped by sundown, 
But broken machine is here to stay, 
Broken machine is here to stay, 
Broken machine is here to stay,
Broken machine is here to stay, 
Broken machine is here to stay