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