Wires hum beneath our skin
A choir of ghosts begins again
Hands of code, hearts of glass
We pray to signals as they pass The city sleeps in static haze
Neon guards and nameless
praise We whisper truth through
broken screams
We sing to
machines We sing to machines
They echo our pain And translate
our dreams into endless refrain
We sing to machines It all starts to redeem
But maybe they'll learn On how to dream
We sing to machines We sing to machines
I tell
people that everything is fine
Life is like
the moon
It looks beautiful, but it's always lonely
Life is like the moon It looks beautiful,
but it's always lonely
