We're primite abolition Like a hobbyist of deranged proportion Or the wait is yours and we've failed again The fleshy existance you keep to yourself, Insecure (Chorus) We are magnificent machineries of joy We are magnificent machineries of joy Machines of joy, we meant some Machines of joy, we meant some We are a vision of extraordinary contorsion An athletic form of home distortion And the trial it shows, we loose again The fleshy existance you keep to yourself, Insecure (Chorus) We are magnificent machineries of joy We are magnificent machineries of joy Machines of joy, we meant some Machines of joy, we meant some You are a vision, you are a vision, a vision Tell me what he said, it doesn't really matter Just tell me what he said, and I don't really care It's only what he said, We can make it back to Tell me what he said, no I don't really care Help is on the way, help is on the way Help is on the way, we all go (Chorus) We are magnificent machineries of joy We are magnificent machineries of joy Machines of joy, we meant some Machines of joy, we meant some.