GhostMachine

Ghost Machine - Jon Foreman

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

I swear she's gonna make a dead man out of me

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 **

My ghost Is a **

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