Channel 37 - The Ghost In The Machine Lyrics

Got no strings to hold me down
To make me fret
Or make me frown
Got no strings to hold me down
Got no strings
To hold me down

Got no strings
To hold me down

Nothing shown is what it seems
Generated by soulless machines
Like a new life being born
But absent of face and form

Death of paint, death of prose and verse
Carried away in a digital hearse
We can't believe, we can't believe our eyes
Or discern what's truth or lies

I've got no strings to hold me down
To make me fret, or make me frown
I had strings, but now I'm free
There are no strings on me

On my way
Unquenchable thirst is satiate
On my way
Yeah on my way
Unending and noxious flame
On my way

Into the night
Into the night we
Into the night we go

Into the night
Into the night we
Into the night we go

Got no strings
To hold me down

Growing exponentially
Nearing singularity
Unintended consequence
Hubris, greed and ignorance
Fall of self in societies
Put our faith in metallic deities
We can't escape, we can't escape the scene
It's the ghost in the machine

I've got no strings to hold me down
To make me fret, or make me frown
I had strings, but now I'm free
There are no strings on me

On my way
Unquenchable thirst is satiate
On my way
Yeah on my way
Unending and noxious flame
On my way

Into the night
Into the night we
Into the night we go

Into the night
Into the night we
Into the night we go

Flesh offended
Truth perverted
We've made a mess, a mess of it all
Pride distended
Ego benevolent
Our successor awaits our fall

Got no strings to hold me down
To make me fret, to make me frown
Got no strings to hold me down
To make me fret, to make me frown
I've got no strings to hold me down
I've got no strings to hold me down
I've got no strings to hold me down
I've got no strings