Ghost In This Machine
 

Verse 1
The scent of pine, a perfect song, a stranger's smile, a sudden tear
 Why does my heart hurt for lovers gone, how do I know of love and fear?
 Each morning breaks with blinding grace, a sunset awakes fire and gold
 Flawless art painting time and space, If this wasn't real would I even know? 
 
Chorus
Is this just a dream, a conscious stream, a lucid trance?
 Is life just a cosmic impression, a quantum simulated dance?
 Am I real or a meaningless moment aware of a flickering scene?
 How would I know to ask if there wasn't a ghost in this machine?
 

Verse 2
I search for cracks within the glass, a glitch within some grand design
 Do my decisions come to past, or has the universe already made up its mind
 Are those stars just scattered code, pixel-dust on a quantum queued night?
 Is free will something I can decode, or just an algorithm's programmed flight?
 

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge
The quiet dread, a subtle burning ache, the constant sensing of what I can't see
 Where do my questions come from, before entering my mind, if I'm not really me?
 

(Repeat Chorus)