Machine_The colorful wings of a butterfly That smacks on your computer

The colorful wings of a butterfly
That smacks on your computer screen
The way you put your hands
On the keys of your machine

You save your beliefs in your machine
You save your beliefs in your machine

I know the higher sense
That you feel when you're plugged in
I know the higher brain
In the guts of your machine
You save the face of your machine

Your machine

Irate, cogitate, agitate
Interface your machine