Ecce machina - Falco

I’ve been here through the night

And I can smell a new dawn coming

The elders of the solid state

It would be easy, could be fate

You!

With your empty arrogance

You’re something I must break

Your history’s will to serve

Your the one to take

Because I’ve gathered

I’ve gathered the ash from last night’s cigarettes

I 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 them down with stale champagne

That’s what I did

I washed it down with stale champagne

You you

Ecce Machina

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 code

On my knees in the temple of code

I know what it means to be a machine

On my knees in the temple of code

Oh yeah, hit it Tom!