Ec Ce Machina

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 Your the one to take Because I've gathered I've gathered the ash from last night's cigarettes I 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 them down with stale champagne That's what I did - I washed it down with stale champagne You you Ecce 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 code On my knees in the temple of code I know what it means to be a machine On my knees in the temple of code