Ghost Dreaming

It won't stop bleeding Once you've opened up the skin It's not healing Let the games begin But a ghost can feel no pain And a ghost will have no heart The blood rolls down the drain No substance and no form It kept on dreaming Clothed itself in solid form A human being Arms and legs and everything Sometimes water turns to steam Sometimes water turns to ice It flows back to the stream Stream runs back to paradise Is this not flesh & bone? Or am I just that dreaming ghost I always talk about? It isn't anything It won't stop bleeding Once you've opened up the skin It's not healing Let the games begin