Should we believe that human beings are just material things
Destined to grasp every little bit of happiness?
But without a purpose, do we truly know what we are good for?
Do our philosophies make sense when we truly test them?
I'm more than just a ghost in the machine
Not just a hollow vessel aimlessly sailing
Can we battle a crisis of the conscience alone?
Life is a guilt trip, it was built in to a system that we live with
We can't seem to escape it
So we worship our idols and expect them to save us
I'm more than just a ghost in the machine
Not just a hollow vessel aimlessly sailing
It's not easy to believe what our eyes can't see
But I am more than just a ghost in the machine
I can not be explained, no, I am no coincidence
Take me apart and put me back together again
I can not be explained, no, I am no coincidence
Take me apart and put me back together again
I'm more than just a ghost in the machine
Not just a hollow vessel aimlessly sailing
It's not easy to believe what our eyes can't see
But I am more than just a ghost in the machine
