Where do I go from up
How do I dig from down
When do I know what's up
Why do I stick around

More then a little alone
Ghostwriter
More then a little unknown
Ghostwriter

Who is the new machine
Telling me what to think
Sounds like the old regime
Flowing with phantom ink

More then a little more
Ghostwriter
More than you ever know
Ghostwriter

More then a little alone
Ghostwriter
More then a little unknown
Ghostwriter

Oh oh oh oh

Can I admit I was wrong?
Complicit in what's going on
The comfort of feeling none
Of what I need to belong

More then a little alone
Ghostwriter
More then a little unknown
Ghostwriter

More then a little more
Ghostwriter
More than you ever know
Ghostwriter