Текст 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

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

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