Should we believe that human beings Are just material things Destined to grasp every little bit Of happiness?
But without a purpose, do we truly know what we are good for? Do our philosophies make sense when we truly test them?
I'm more than just a ghost in the machine Not just a hollow vessel aimlessly sailing It's not easy to believe what our eyes can't see But I am more than just a ghost in the machine
Can we battle a crisis of the conscience alone? Life is a guilt trip It was built in to a system that we live with We can't seem to escape it So we worship our idols and expect them to save us
I can not be explained, no I am no coincidence Take me apart, put me back together again
I'm more than just a ghost in the machine Not just a hollow vessel aimlessly sailing It's not easy to believe what our eyes can't see But I am more than just a ghost in the machine