The machine of a dream
Chrome
Gears
Steel
Still
I can not be
I do have legs
I do not have wheels
I do not shine
I do not combust
The mean dream machine
It is so cold
Throwing denial at your scheme
Pay the bill
Steel
I do not have feelings
I do have mechanics
I do have a
physical interpretation
Someone once said
While I was in chrome
Told me what I do not see
While I was refueling
For the feast
Do you like
my interior
my taste
Mechanics
Turn on the power
Let it heat
The machine of a dream
Take what is yours
Tear it from me
It is my function
My simple duty
As it is all I have to give
Nothing more
Nothing deeper
Someone once said
While I became
hollow
Told me what I do not see
Hate the queen
Hate her smiles
Hate her screams
Hate her needs
Mechanics
Physics
Dreams
I will have to forget you
'Cos I'm in love with my chrome
Love my invisibility
I'm in love with my wheels
Love my simplicity
In love with a precious machine