Ghost Machine
Jon Foreman"Ghost Machine" ist ein Song von Jon Foreman, 2015, Pop. Der Song dauert 4:53, 38 lines / 243 words.
Songtext
0:36All hail the siren of our time
0:45I'm possessed when she passes by
0:53She drains the best years of my life
1:00She makes promises
1:03She could never keep
1:10Ain't It a ghost machine
1:18Making a ghost out of me
1:26After all her lies I'm surprised that I still believe
1:33I swear she's gonna make a dead man out of me
1:40My ghost machine
1:51Father forgive me cause I know
1:58Exactly how I spread my soul
2:07My Idolatry Is In the pocket of my coat
2:14I make promises
2:18I could never keep
2:24Ain't It a ghost machine
2:32Ain't she a ghost machine
2:41I'm still haunted by the faces on her screen
2:48I swear she's gonna make a dead man out of me
2:57Do you know yourself
3:02I heard a voice call out loud
3:06We define ourselves
3:10By the things we can't live without
3:14I deny It I could quit at any time
3:20But my ghost Is a drug
3:25My ghost Is a drug
3:29She's In our blood
3:33And I can't give her up
3:39The clock the altar of our time
3:47The thought the temple of our mind
3:56Then I've been sprinkling the blood of most my life
4:03On the altars of my ghost machine
4:13Ain't she my enemy
4:21My ancient remedy
4:29The gods of all the empty promises that I believed
4:36She haunts me with her laughter In my dreams
4:45I swear she's gonna make a dead man out of me
4:53My 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 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 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 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
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