Bruce Dickinson - Inside The Machine

I've got myself a widget, a gizmo with wires and martian intent, yeah Strange face of beauty, that's my machine It blinks and stares right at me, sees nothing but in its wires A strange thing of beauty, that's my machine You won't believe what it can do It tells me things I never wished I knew Like the mirror when you ask, it tells you true Inside the machine, the web has got you now Inside the machine, yeah, yeah, yeah I'd strap my dna to it, a living device the light of my life, yeah Strange face of beauty, that's my machine I sit, we crackle with static It makes no sense to have experience when A strange thing of beauty, that's my machine You won't believe what it can do It tells me things I never wished I knew Like the mirror when you ask, it tells you true Inside the machine ' we're looking for control Inside the machine ' you're part of it somehow Inside the machine ' yeah, yeah, yeah Inside the machine ' the web has got you now Inside the machine ' you're part of it somehow Inside the machine ' we're looking for control Inside the machine ' yeah yeah yeah