Poly

I found a machine, but it says she found me It bleeds polyethylene through chrome-plated sleeves I can't believe what I see, it's her face on its old screen It picks at my butene, it makes me feel so clean So I took it home with me, to see what there's to see Through its cables strung like angel nails it told me she knows everything It says she wants to leave, it says she wants to breathe She's mending my seams, she splices our genes Let me breathe, you make me feel alive Your blood for my polyvinyl chloride So I took her home with me, to see what she'd show me All these worlds in wires weave through her like some holy memories When I sink in through her screens I could almost feel her bleed The pulsing pulls and pushes me through her polypropylene (she's electric, and she's synthetic) (when she moves it moves me too, she's so magnetic) She plugged me in, we're all her size Then she told me that God is made of polyvinyl chloride Let me breathe, you make me feel alive Your blood for my polyvinyl chloride Let me breathe, you make me feel alive Your blood for my polyvinyl chloride