paroles de chanson Ec Ce Machina - Thomas Lang

I've been here through the night
And I can smell the new dawn coming
The elders of the solid state
Huh, it would be easy
Could be fate

You!
With your empty arrogance
You're something I must break
Your history's going to serve
Yeah, the one to take
Because I've gathered

I've gathered the ash from last night's cigarettes
And 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 it down with stale champagne
I washed it down with stale champagne
That's what I did - I washed it down with stale champagne

You
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 gold
On my knees in the temple of gold
I know what it means to be a machine
(A machine)
On my knees in the temple of gold
On my knees in the temple of gold
I know what it means to be a machine
On my knees in the temple of gold
I know what it means to be a machine
On my knees in the temple of gold
(A machine)

I've gathered the ash from last night's cigarettes
And washed them 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
I know what it means to be a machine
(I know what it means)
On my knees in the temple of gold
(Oo-ooh)
I know what it means to be a machine
(I. Know. What. It. Means)
On my knees in the temple of gold
(On my knees, on my knees, on my knees, on my knees)
(I know, baby!)
I know what it means to be a machine
(A machine)
On my knees in the temple of gold
(For you baby, for you baby)
(And I do!)
I know what it means to be a machine
On my knees in the temple of gold
(I know what it means)
I know what it means to be a machine
On my knees in the temple of gold