Ghosts Lyrics - This Desert (dig) - 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