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My queen, Miss Machine
My queen, Miss Machine
My queen, Miss Machine
My queen, Miss Machine
My queen
She's interactive, I'm abstract My queen, Miss Machine
Constructed to provide all that I lack
The autopilot is in gear My queen, Miss Machine
My ardor filling up the atmosphere
No hidden button, hard to find
I flick this switch to blow her mind
Revenge is the deepest desire
For injustice to fall and the species survive
But solitude kills like a cold kiss of death
I yearned for the touch, cared not for the breath
With no signs of age and no future rust
No heart to decay and with no loss of lust
I am the king, I've made you my queen
My Android dream, my Android dream
My queen, Miss Machine
My queen, Miss Machine
Her serial number's tattoo form (her serial number's tattoo form)
Triple six point seven-eight-1984
Etched down her spine in silver scrawl (etched down her spine in silver scrawl)
My poisoned pleasure proto-porn
Revenge is the deepest desire
For injustice to fall and the species survive
But solitude kills like a cold kiss of death
I yearned for the touch, cared not for the breath
With no signs of age and no future rust
No heart to decay and with no loss of lust
I am the king, I've made you my queen
My Android dream, my Android dream (one of a kind!)
Revenge is the deepest desire
For injustice to fall and the species survive
But solitude kills like a cold kiss of death
I yearned for the touch, cared not for the breath
With no signs of age and no future rust
No heart to decay and with no loss of lust
I am the king, I've made you my queen
My Android dream, my Android dream
My queen, Miss Machine
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