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 Kissed me on my eyes I rose and left the fire 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 want to be a machine I stole a cathode face from newscasts And a crumbling 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 A nebula of unfinished creatures From the lifetimes of my friends I hope your innocence has depraved me 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 Let's run to meet the tide tomorrow Leave all emotion dying there In the star cold beyond all of your dreams Ah!.
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