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I've been here through the night
And I can smell a new dawn coming
The elders of the solid state
It would be easy
Could be fate
You, with your empty arrogance
You're something I must break
Your history's will to serve
You're the one to take
Because I've gathered
I've gathered the ash from last night's cigarettes
And washed it down with stale champagne
I washed it down with stale champagne
I've gathered the ash from last night's cigarettes
And washed it down with stale champagne
That's what I did, I washed it down with stale champagne
You
You
Ecto Machina
I bet you didn't think I had it in me
I bet you thought you had me
All figured out
Just because you made me
I know what it means to be a machine
I know what it means to be a machine
On my knees in the temple of cold
On my knees in the temple of cold
I know what it means to be a machine
On my knees in the temple of cold
I know what it means to be a machine
A machine
On my knees in the temple of cold
On my knees in the temple of cold
I know what it means to be a machine
On my knees in the temple of cold
A machine
It'd dawn
Ecto Machina
Ecto Machina
I know what it means
To be a machine
To be a machine
A machine
I know what it means to be a machine
On my knees in the temple of cold
I know what it means to be a machine
On my knees in the temple of cold
I know what it means
Ecto Machina
I know what it means to be a machine
On my knees in the temple of cold
I know what it means to be a machine
On my knees in the temple of cold
I know what it means to be a machine
On my knees in the temple of cold
I know what it means to be a machine
On my knees in the temple of cold
I know what it means to be a machine
On my knees in the temple of cold
I know what it means to be a machine
On my knees in the temple of cold
I know what it means to be a machine
On my knees in the temple of cold