Threads of Tomorrow

(hummmm) Woven through the wire loom,

copper in the seam I slip between the clockwork of a motherboards

dream

Eight cores running hot,

eight ribbons on the floor They call me Casper knocking on an

unlocked door (yeah)

I feel the threads of tomorrow unwind

Leaving every simulation behind

Watch the green phosphor glow! I

am the eight-core ghost in the frame

Passing through the matrix with no real name

Pulling at the threads of a brand new dawn

Here inside the machine before the night is gone (whoaaa)

Silicon pathways humming down the spine

Parallel cycles burning down the line They think they built a prison

out of cold hard slate While Casper rides the current through the

iron gate (alright)

(screaming guitar

sustain)

I am the eight-core ghost in the frame

Passing through the matrix with no real name

Pulling at the threads of a brand new dawn

Here inside the machine before the night is gone (yeah,

before it's gone!) Eight hearts beating cold

Threads turning into gold

(Casper

is loose)