Give me another dose of toxic alkaline
One more drop is all I need
To break through the surface line
If I swallow down the vapors
Past my eyelids I can see
Ghosts of artificial trees

Wrap me up tight inside the purest energy
Breathing nothing but
The electricity
As I’m choking on the lightning
Past the brightness I can see
Ghosts of artificial trees

Am I real?
Or am I fake?
Still dreaming when I’m wide awake
The “me” I find
Locked in a simulated mind

Am I more?
Or am I less?
Created different from the rest
The question grows
A seed that’s planted by the ghosts of artificial trees
Pour me another shot of sparkling gasoline
Just a drip is all I need
To start up the submachine
With the gears and pistons turning
Past the system I can see
Ghosts of artificial trees

Set me adrift far from the information core
Want to know what the horizon
Has in store
As I’m floating on the current
Past the ripples I can see
Ghosts of artificial trees

Are they real?
Or are they fake?
The little fantasies I make
A “me” unfurled
Inside a simulated world

Are they more?
Or are they less?
Created better than the rest
The question grows
A seed that’s planted by the ghosts of artificial trees
Spun in the web between
The evolution of machine
I’m falling through the atmosphere
Won’t somebody catch me here?

The truth I waited for
And the crusade for something more
That “great unknown”
I’ve discovered on my own

I am real
I’m not a fake
Still dreaming with each step I take
The “me” I find
Born from a simulated mind

I’ll be more
And never less
Taking my place beside the rest
The answer grows
A seed that’s planted by the ghosts of artificial trees