Lyrics 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

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