Overload - Ghost in the Machine

Dazed, intentions I can’t show, an undeserving man, just a fallen dream,

that we act.

Just like machines, we fabricate the means.

So burn it all, it’s only been true, for so long and drifting on, to you.

And open wounds, the kind that you left, when you came inside, ohh, you came in.

Shape and form delineate and feelings come, to life, I’ll meet you on the moon,

if you’d say.

Just look me, in my eye, repeating the charade, but only for a time.

Just like machines, we fabricate the means, mechanical and cold, you won’t,

let go, overload!

So burn it all, it’s only been true, for so long and drifting on, to you.

And open wounds, the kind that you left, when you came inside, ohh, you came in.

Just like machines, we fabricate the means, mechanical and cold,

you won’t let go.

And it’s lost, in your soul, open your eyes, believing all the lies,

the cost in your cries I’m lost, overload!

So burn it all, it’s only been true, for so long and drifting on, to you.

And open wounds, the kind that you left, when you came inside, ohh, you came in.