Standing right outside the Echo
When we were still just cuttin' 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 are brighter than
The bands who played before
But you can see it in their hunger
You could hear it in their screams
Back to we're just trying to make contact
With the ghost in the machine

To the build ups and the breakdowns
To the boom and through the crash
To the stockpiles of excuses
Or how to trade it in for cash
All the boys in these motel rooms
The lobby call at six fifteen
One million miles upon a highway
For a ghost in the machine

All the doubts and hesitations
I built up in my early years
Are on the reconsideration
Though 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

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Taylor Goldsmith