Текст: The Residents. Failure / Reconstruction.

Failure... Oh, my beautiful machine. My poor, poor beautiful machine.What have I done wrong? Where have I failed you? But give up? Never! Not as long as there are souls imprisoned inthe dark life. Not as long as a whisper of life clings to my body. There will be freedom in the holes! All will hail the new machine! Yes! Yes! I think I've got it now. There, the spark leaps to live. The Golden Age quivers on the brink of creation. Live, my machine! Live my savior! You have my breath... You have my dream, my dream.