Inside The Machine - Bruce Dickinson

I’ve got myself a widget

a gizmo with wires

and martian intent yeah

strange face of beauty

on 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

I’m part of it somehow

I’d strap my DNA to it

a living device, the light of my life, yeah

strange thing of beauty

that’s my machine

I sit and we crackle with static

it makes no sense ot have experience

when a strange of beauty

that’s my machine

inside the machine, we’re looking for control

inside the machine, we’re part of it somehow