Bruce Dickinson

I've got myself a widget
A gizmo with wires, and martian intent, yeah
Strange face of beauty, that's my machine
It blinks and stares right at me
Sees nothing, but in it's 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 - yeah...

I'd strap my dna to it
A living device, the light of my life, yeah
Strange face of beauty, that's my machine
I sit, we crackle with static
It makes no sense to have experience when
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 - we're looking for control
Inside the machine - you're part of it somehow
Inside the machine - yeah, yeah, yeah...

Inside the machine - the web has got you now
Inside the machine - you're part of it somehow
Inside the machine - we're looking for control
Inside the machine - yeah...