Singing in the coils of grace Hymn of crystal glory Bells upon magnetic lace Ring out our story, and You make me comply You make me Make me sigh Sigh, Borg Cyborg Curls of pulsing gamma waves Cascade upon your shoulder warm Scented iridescent rays Fade into my blue chroma storm To each other, we are slaves Masters over all forlorn You make me fly You make me Make me sigh Cyborg Every smile you make is etching Into thinnest plastic sheets All the tears you cry are fetching Braided with elastic heat By machine, our forms are stretching Light fantastic bittersweet You make me cry You make me Make me sigh Cyborg I am naked underneath My skin of many colours You are sacred and bequeath Your form to every lover Life and love And I love life Make me sigh Make me higher Cyborg Sing radiation as we lie Ringing as we sigh Make me Cyborg
