I found the bones of all your ghosts
Locked in the wishing well
While birdsong gourmets dragged empty nets
I slumbered in my shell

In 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 [bad word] fugue of songs
From the reservoir of video souls 
In the lakes beneath my tongue

In flesh of ash and silent movies 
I walked at boulevards again
nebula of unfinished creatures 
From the lifetimes of my friends

My, how 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
 [bad word] 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!