inside the machine
bruce dickinson
a gizmo with wires and martian intent
it blinks and stares right at me
sees nothing but in its wires
a strange thing of beauty
you won't believe what it can do
it tells me things i never wished i knew
like the mirror when you ask
it makes no sense to have experience
when a strange thing of beauty
you won't believe what it can do
it tells the things i never wished i knew
like the mirror when you ask
we're looking for control
you're part of it somehow
you're part of it somehow
we're looking for control