Ghost

Dig a hole.
Hold the lightning.
Strain the seas in a whirlwind.
'Til the clouds travel down and speed along all above me.
Block the Sun.
Chew the wind.
Torment the mourning.
To the place never left, building fortress.
Bled like the rain, colored the same.
Jumped from my viens, washed me away.
And it say that I don't get a real name 'til my ghost goes.
On the road, sip the light from another name but it's mine that they take cos I paid for a beautiful woman.
Always I'll keep her name out of my world.
Bleed like the rain, rose-colored the same.
Dead thin my viens, wash me away.
And if you had stayed it'd wash you the same.
If it washed me the same, why wouldn't it stay?