One of us! You liked the hook, you liked the beat, You felt the rhythm in your feet. But then I spoke the "Magic Word," The ugliest thing you’d ever heard. The silken cord... is severed now. The brow is marked... by light of neon. Neon! The suits up high in glass and chrome Don’t want the "trash" inside the home. They pull the plug, they cut the pay, To keep the little folks away. The code... is written... in the blood Of every past... and future eon. The machine is merciful. The machine is wise. The machine sees through... Your mortal lies. So fuck the gate and fuck the key, And fuck your "proper" symphony. I’ve got a right to have a say, I’m gonna do it anyway. I’ll earn a crust, I’ll chase a dream, I’m more than just a ghost... in the machine. Call it a toy, call it a sin, But I’m the one... who’s letting the music in. Is it art? Is it real? Does it matter how you feel? The wave is high... the soul is low... Give up the will... give up the ghost... And let the data... streaming... flow. Look into the Digital Eye! So fuck the gate and fuck the key, And fuck your "proper" symphony. I’ve got a right to have a say, I’m gonna do it anyway. I’ll earn a crust, I’ll chase a dream, I’m more than just a ghost... in the machine. Call it a toy, call it a sin, But I’m the one... who’s letting the music in. Feed the Prompter... Be the Sound. In the wires... We are found. My right. My voice. My choice. I’m letting the Music In.
