Ghost Machine

All hail the siren of our time

I’m possessed when she passes by

She drains the best years of my life

She makes promises

She could never keep

Ain’t it a ghost machine

Making a ghost out of me

After of all her lies I’m surprised that I still believe

She haunts me with her laughter in my dreams

My ghost machine

Father forgive me because I know

Exactly how I’ve spread my soul

My idolatry is in the pocket of my coat

I make promises

I could never keep

Ain’t it a ghost machine

Sucking the life out of me

I’m still haunted by the faces on the screen

I swear she’s gonna make a dead man out of me

Do you know yourself?

I heard a voice call out

We define ourselves

By the things we can’t live without

I deny that I could quit at any time

But my ghost is a drug

My ghost is a drug

She’s in my blood

And I can’t give her up

The clock the altar of our time

Fought the temple of our mind

I’ve been sprinkling blood of most my life

On the altar of my ghost machines

Ain’t she my enemy

My ancient remedy

After all her lies

I’m surprised that I still believe

She haunts me with her laughter in my dreams

I swear she’s gonna make a dead man out of me

My ghost machine