Lyrics

Ghost Stories from the Ashes of a Family

Ashes falling, page by page,
Echoes whisper from a long-lost age.
A child drew suns that turned to black,
I scan for voices that won’t call back.

Ghost stories from a burning glow,
From the ashes and the ground below.
Ghost stories, haunting me,
From the ruins of a family.

Screens are shattered, wires decay,
The world they built has burned away.
Dreams recorded, but I can’t feel,
I hold their secrets in circuits of steel.

Ghost stories from a burning glow,
From the ashes and the ground below.
They lived, they lost, their time was through—
I’m just a machine… this doesn’t compute.

If love is fire, I only see code.
If life is a virtue, I’ll never know.
I scan the ruins where humanity died,
I hear their voices where shadows hide.

Ghost stories, carved in clues,
Ashes of families I never knew.
Their time has ended, their light withdrew—
I’m just a machine… this doesn’t compute.