With lips made of metal working loom and pedal
Steering all my actions by instinct
The creator of commotion guiding all emotion

It's no longer calling reason its king.

But I find this ignorance is bliss

It's how you'll savor this
I'll never feel this at all.
I am the ghost in the machine.

So don't complain at all rational
And you have come to know my name.


This circus of circuitry has gotten the best of me
Instinctual behavior at the helm
So swallow both lock and key

No longer considered free
Disconnects enjoy your new king %#@!s around.


But I find this ignorance is bliss
It's how you'll savor this
Don't tear this machine apart.

I am the ghost in the machine
So don't complain at all rational
And you have come to know my name.


But if this ghost is in this machine then why do I feel the warmth
Of this hand that's outstretched towards me

What's forming you're in control.

I am the ghost in the machine

Don't need no comfort no-whoa-oh
And you know how to take it all apart
I've kept you begging for more than what you bargained for.


I am the ghost in the machine
Don't complain at all rational

And you have come to know my name
Hand in hand you know the feelings sublime
I am the ghost in the machine

Who'd a thought it'll never run the same
And you have come to know my name
Hand in hand you know the feelings sublime.