There are many machines in this place. 
There are many machines in my mind. 
Some are good, some are true, 
others, they just unwind. 

I believe in machines. 
All these machines that I see. 
It is not appropriate 
to disbelieve things I see. 

So, yes, I believe in machines 
round and square. 
I believe in machines. 
Sometimes they comb my hair. 

This place here is machines. 
This place here is everything. 
I believe in machines 
carving and sculpting these things. 

Lovely machines far from me. 
Too small for my eyes to see. 
I believe in machines. 
Do they believe in me? 

You could say that they're simple machines, 
and, oh, quite tiny. 
Do they even know of me or 
am I just that great big thing? 

I believe in machines. 
I wonder what they believe. 
I believe in machines. 
That is what I see.