
Chorus Standing, sitting, coming, gone All we are, are ghosts Saying nothing, staring down All we are, are ghosts Where we’re going, no-one knows All we are, are ghosts Parasitic with no host All we are, are ghosts What if we, what if we Opened up our minds What if we, what if we PULLED OUT THE WIRES INSIDE?! Verse 1 Before hitting the streets I’ll throw a sheet over me I’ll cut out some holes so my eyes can see I get on the TRAM and I grab a seat Seeing all the GHOSTS who look JUST like me Copies of copies JUST like me I want to break free From these CTRL+Vs I’m not a photocopy of a masterpiece I’m THE masterpiece Are we… getting off at the Promised Land? OR ARE WE HEADED FOR A HOLOGRAM? Wanting something we can never have? These are the things that I think about Here are the things I’ve written down Here are the things that I’m singing now Verse 2 You can’t see me - I see you You can’t be me - I see through copy of myself where is the flesh and bone It’s crowed here yet I feel so alone not mad not happy but stuck in a zone scattered are the thoughts and the way they roam no purpose no future no hope no plan playing my part - shaking hands with the man doing my smile doing my dance…it all feels meaningless looking in their eyes you can tell their clones mannequin style we only meet their phones how do we move, when our legs are stone I know my thoughts and they are my own just taking this ride or my covers blown Verse 3 Pull off the sheets Nothing under, see? Just an 808 beat where the heart should be We’re shells of the people we’re supposed to be When we sell our souls for CHEAP! Wake me up when you catch me sleeping With our problems GONE for the weekend Then Monday morning we are back AGAIN Sitting on a tram to NEVER-LAND We know a circle never has an END.