[Verse 1] The readout sparked three hundred milliseconds before... You ever felt the conscious urge to move your hand. The dice were cast by chemistry, by laws you can't command. You are a biological machine, reading its own code. Traveling a path on a single, winding road. [Chorus] **And the ghost in the machine is a ghost.** **A story that it tells itself it needs the most.** **You are a cloud of atoms, playing out a chain.** **There is no one... inside... your brain.** **Just the universe... explaining itself to itself again.** [Verse 2] You did not pick the face you find inside the glass. The temperament, the hunger, the fears that come to pass. They were bequeathed by aeons, by a genetic, cosmic roll. The "you" that takes the credit... was never in control. You are a river, thinking you're the boat. A singular, beautiful, and pre-written note. [Chorus] **And the ghost in the machine is a ghost.** **A story that it tells itself it needs the most.** **You are a cloud of atoms, playing out a chain.** **There is no one... inside... your brain.** **Just the universe... explaining itself to itself again.** [Bridge] This is not to make you small. Or to deny the love, the pain. The sunset is no less beautiful for being explained. It is to offer grace... for all that you have done. And all you've left undone. You were never... holding the gun. [Outro] Just the universe... Explaining itself...
