Jon Foreman - 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 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 cause I know
Exactly how I 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
Ain't she a ghost machine
I'm still haunted by the faces on her screen
I swear she's gonna make a dead man out of me
Do you know yourself
I heard a voice call out loud
We define ourselves
By the things we can't live without
I deny it, I could quit at any time
But my ghost is a drug
My ghost is a drug
She's in our blood
And I can't give her up
The clock the altar of our time
The thought the temple of our mind
Then I've been sprinkling the blood of most my life
On the altars of my ghost machine
Ain't she my enemy
My ancient remedy
The gods of all the empty promises that I believed
She haunts me with her laughter in my dreams
I swear she's gonna make a dead man out of me
My ghost machine

Jon Foreman - Ghost Machine

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