Bruce Dickinson

Ive got myself a widget
A gizmo with wires, and martian intent, yeah
Strange face of beauty, thats my machine
It blinks and stares right at me
Sees nothing, but in its wires
A strange thing of beauty, thats my machine
You wont believe what it can do
It tells me things I never wished I knew
Like the mirror, when you ask, it tells you true
Inside the machine - the web has got you now
Inside the machine - yeah...
Id strap my dna to it
A living device, the light of my life, yeah
Strange face of beauty, thats my machine