Paroles: Falco. Ecce Machina.

Music & Lyrics: Th. Lang
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
(rep lots)

Oh yeah, hit it Tom!