Threads of Tomorrow the Unreal

(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)