Stereo Satanics

Stay Insane with Garage Punkrock from Germany

Lyrics

Surrounded by Ghosts

Every time I see my friends
I have to shake dead hands
People say this my way to free my inner rants

I’m surrounded by ghosts
But I am not their host
People say it’s all myself this is the way I chose

When the time is standing sill
There’s a shifting in the air
People say these voices come out of my inner despair

Goodbye, all my friends
For the last time - let’s shake our hands

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