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