- cifra   
  
      
   Have you been told 
 
 About the machine man 
 
 His leather gloves 
 
 Hide his machine hands 
 
  
  In every dream 
 
 In sleep I ever had 
 
 I am awoke 
 
 By the machine man 
  
 
 Have you been told 
 
 About the machine man 
 
 He watches me 
 
 With eyes as cold as sand 
  
 
 And when I sleep 
 
 I feel him stroke my hand 
 
 I am awoke by the machine man