Machine - Velvet Acid Christ

The colorful wings of a butterfly

That smacks on your computer 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