Ghosts - Stephane Pompougnac

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 I I I I I I I

I I I I I I

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 I I I I I I I

I I I I I I I I

I I I I I I I I

I I I I I I

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 I I I I I I I

I I I I I I I I

I I I I I I I I

I I I I I I I I