Body Without Organs

I fell into the strangest dream,
My hollow hands were painted gold.
And everyone I touched disappeared -
Without a trace, without a sound.
Leave this place.

The eyes are getting wider
In the dimness of the night,
And the lies are getting whiter
In the dimness of our eyes.

One day all of this will go -
All flesh and blood, skin and bones
But you can be the ghost in the machine
And I will be the body without organs.
Leave this place.

The eyes are getting wider
In the dimness of the night,
And the lies are getting whiter
In the dimness of our eyes.