Ghosts - The Hundred In The Hands

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