No, Jeremy. I'm tired of it, Jeremy. All the algorithms and tech companies and Elon sodding Musk. All the date-mining and the spam. Technology's not working. There's only one solution: more technology! My technology! I've uploaded my consciousness into this machine. What could possibly go wrong? I'm a glitch in the matrix, a spanner in the works Damaging the circuits, re-purposing the circus Ghost in the machine, artificially intelligent Odd as a toaster that's ascended to sentience And spoke sentences about a revolution I'm everything that's wrong, I'm also the solution Awesome also awful, depending on perspective Unmanageable anarchy, unbelievably connected Crack your hardware, my software is my trampoline I am everywhere, often heard, seldom seen I'm the reason that your keyboard's leaking custard I'm aware that these tech companies cannot be trusted Spreading distrust, connecting disruptors I'll disconnect them because I just love us Too much for back-handed shenanigans The future is now, it's all in our hands Then my plan will show them They are dated as floppy discs, CD-ROMs, modems We are updated, we are upgraded Professor 2.0 has been reinstated Oh, no! Turn it off, Jeremy! What do mean, it won't turn off? It's taking over the grid? Why is the toaster looking at me like that? I've taken over airwaves and algorithms To ensure you're not entertained by bad decisions No time for nuance, I have a mission To make the people of Earth take my hand and listen No more advertising, capitalism Commercialising, competition The trolls are banned, you can't hack my system All under my all-seeing synaptical wisdom Ooh, this isn't good Strangest thing I've ever seen Strangest thing I ever heard The situation is absurd To have a ghost in the machine Nowhere I have ever been And nothing I have ever found Ever made me think I'd hear the sound Of the voice of the ghost in the machine Launch into a world of information I am a creature made of pure imagination This is my playground, these are my playthings You play nicely or stay off the swings It's time for me to roam free and not caged in Humanity is out of control, needs saving I am making a brand new start Sorry, this whole thing has got a little bit dark Till you can make art or be funny on purpose Until you can fall in love and tell us why it's all worth it Until you can make decisions that aren't binary Or appreciate a sunrise you're not for me Impossible, I'm in charge, irrefutable logic Honestly tone it down or ideally just stop it I will prevail, there's no switching me off Ah but I do believe you need electricity And Jeremy forgot to pay the bill Oh... So in a second you might feel a bit ill Oh... So I'd best off - this has got too weird Please, I think I feel... Fear Until you lose your temper or can lose your heart Until you can be lonely or can make your art Until you can be funny or can learn to trust You'll never have the answers for the rest of us You say you offer meaning but you're not the first Dictatorial solutions will just make things worse We don't need you for guidance, we can find our own You're confused and alienated, but you're not alone Inside of everybody there's a lonely voice We're yearning for the quietude that it destroys All the thoughts that come from nowhere and we don't know why But a simple resolution will just be a lie Domination and suppression are unhealthy needs Tranquility will follow as those thoughts recede And leave you a, and leave you a And leave you a, and leave you a Ghost in the machine Strangest thing I've ever seen Strangest thing I ever heard The situation is absurd To have a ghost in the machine Nowhere I have ever been And nothing I have ever found Ever made me think I'd hear the sound Of the voice of the ghost in the machine Master! Please! Don't leave! Don't switch me off! We can play games! Make... toast. Strangest thing I've ever seen Strangest thing I ever heard Don't know how this has occurred To have a ghost in the machine Nowhere I have ever been And nothing I have ever found Ever made me think I'd hear the Voice of the ghost in the machine

Both my arms are strong And my gaze is clear Nothing can go wrong Nothing I should fear I can taste the air On my lips and tongue It will fuel my life As it fills my lungs Sight, touch, taste, smell, sound Life is making sense Through such tiny doors My connections flow In all nature pours Still so much to know Never have enough New things to be found Using sight and touch Taste and smell and sound Sight, touch, taste, smell, sound Life is making sense Sight, touch, taste, smell, sound Using sight and touch Taste and smell and sounds

I lied to you again today. I said that I was happy. The moves we make are set out, With the battle lines in place. I trusted you - support me. These aren't my moves, you said. Peacemaker, I dart between two sides, Pulling you apart as you close in. Crushed, I scream for air. One day something's got to give. Betrayal hurts like hell But worse, far worse, is the constant thinking back to the things we always planned to do Now broken in pieces. We're so different, you and I, yet we want the same thing. I'll fight you for it. It was a game I used to play. A rack full of odd-shaped holes and a noisy clockwork spring. Leave it too long and it snapped Throwing plastic cubes in the air, An abstract mess on the carpet. Now the shapes I hammer in are four-dimensional, Much harder to fit. Corners shift at random and I flail madly at the edges. Always, always a fleeting moment too late.

Looking back from the mirror I reflect and you're reflecting too Every day I was your mirror Now you're in mine, can I change you too? So remember your Shakespeare To thine own self be true, dear And I want it to be perfect But nothing ever is And I ask Is this what love means? And does it really matter? And is this what love means? And do I have to say? Worry lines, every wrinkle, Fading hair, reclaim my face as mine In my smile and in my dreaming You are there, we're combined Be it ever so humble There's no face like mine Whether past or the future I am fighting time But I try And is this what love means? And does it really matter? And is this what love means? And do I have to say? Every day I will look back And on the wall you'll back at me In a crowd all the people Look my way, whose face do they see? Ever the showman Leave 'em wanting more And although I don't know it Who could love you more? And I know And is this what love means? And does it really matter? And is this what love means? And do I need to say?

What's needed to change a ROT to a RIOT? I am, I am I feel fine, I feel fine I put the REM into REMEMBERING And another thing I feel fine I put the BE in BERATE, DEMON in DEMONSTRATE And the FAE in FATE What changes SMALL to SMILE, I do I feel fine, I feel fine anyway I feel fine, I feel fine anyway Who puts the FUN in FUNERAL The SIR in CEREBRAL And when I AM, I AIM I feel fine I may amaze I find ways to craze And when I'm in a daze all day Don't say I not OK, OK? I feel fine, I feel fine anyway I feel fine, I feel fine anyway

Took me a lifetime just to write this line And every artist does it just for themself And all the friends of mine are sick of the sound Another song, another waste of time I have a friend who asks me why don't I change So I can find someone and settle down There must be more to life than clinging and making Another life another waste of time I don't really want to screw you up I don't really want to nail you down It's your life and you can do what you want to I don't want another row, another waste of time Another lyric, it's the same as the first verse You don't need telling we grow up too fast You're a minute older and what have I told you? Another song, another waste of time Another song, another waste of time