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