Jon Foreman - Ghost Machine lyrics

All hail the siren of our time I'm possessed when she pa**es 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