The Hundred In The Hands - Ghosts lyrics

I spit a fierce confusion Amok, I kick sick with the flies The demons are all in collusion The young boys all fires and lies I'm caught in the quip and commotion My body a senseless device Stirred by a faithless devotion My heart beats the footsteps of mice I snap back Only for a moment, and I Simmer right down It's you, me The Lonely Left In Motion and this Our ghost town Mostly I don't seem to slow down Skulls roll in my wake I run I snap back Only for a moment, and I Simmer right down It's you, me The Lonely Left In Motion and this Our ghost town I snap back Only for a moment, and I Simmer right down It's you, me The Lonely Left In Motion and this Our ghost town