Ghost In The Machine

Standing right outside the echo When we were still just cutting teeth Turning madness into waveforms Searching chords for what's beneath All these existential freshmen Trying to keep our noses clean Scared to show our faith in The ghost in the machine Standing right outside the echo When we were working for the door Assuming all our dreams were brighter than The bands we played before But you could see it in their hunger You could hear it in their screams They too were just trying to make contact With the ghost in the machine Through the build-ups and the breakdowns Through the boom and through the crash Building stockpiles of excuses On how to trade it in for cash All the poisonous motel rooms The lobby call at 6:15 One million miles upon a highway For a ghost in the machine All the doubts and hesitation I built up in my early years Are under reconsideration Through the music of the spheres Which I cannot deny any longer When every night I reconvene With these vibrations giving proof of The ghost in the machine The ghost in the machine The ghost in the machine The ghost in the machine Hahaha, yeah, I almost threw up