Standin' right outside the Echo
When we were still just cuttin' teeth
Turnin' madness into waveforms
Searchin' cords for what's beneath
All these existential freshmen
Tryin' to keep our noses clean
Scared to show our faith in
The ghost in the machine

Standin' right outside the Echo
We were workin' for the door
Assumin' all our dreams were brighter than
The bands who played before
But you could see it in their hunger
You could hear it in their screams
They too were just tryin' to make contact
With the ghost in the machine

Through the build-ups and the breakdowns
Through the boom and through the crash
Buildin' stockpiles of excuses
On how to trade it in for cash
All the poisonous motel rooms
The lobby call at 6: 15
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 under reconsideration
Through the music of the spheres
Which I cannot deny any longer
When every night, I reconvene
With these vibrations givin' proof of
The ghost in the machine
The ghost in the machine
The ghost in the machine
The ghost in the machine