Are you a replicant?
Are you a deviant?
Where is your wonder?
Where is your fear?
Haunting the shadow-bands,
drifting without a plan.
What will it take for
you to be real?

Input, error, overload...
Input, error, overload...

It isn't logical.
It isn't relevant.
Do you have a soul?
Is it heaven sent?
Your dream is out of phase
an echo of lost days
somewhere beneath a glaze
of dissonance.

Input, error, overload...
Input, error, overload...

The screen grows bright
with digitized power
downloaded through
the Twilight Zone.
You engage
your interface and
never guess you're
not alone.

Locked and loaded
On the monitor,
high-tech graphics
drag you in.
break a dollar,
your play's over.
Stay with me baby,
try and try again...

with the Ghost in the Machine
a soul without a name...
a random byte of data floe
in the badlands of a video
game...

Hum and rattle..
speakers shout.
Crash the system!
Let me out!
Someone come
and set me free.
There's so much more
that I want to be...
not just a Ghost in the Machine...

Input, error, overload...
Input, error, overload...
Input, error, overload...
Input, error, over...over...over...over...over...