Skin Bag with Foreverness Inside

Oh, through whose veins does my blood flow now?
Do my vices hinder hosts?
To whose heart does each breath yield doubt?
And does this mean I'm a ghost?
For all the dreams I left undreamt, and the wishes I unwished,
Does playing God enable me forever to enrich?
I'm stuck inside your body like an amber-fossiled bee.
And with every step you take you know you wouldn't without me.
I recall longing for the day when I'd know when to quit.
But now that's left in your hands.
In setting sun I'd moan to know which stars were still alive.
But now my eyes can't see a thing, that is, 'til I arrived
to haunt you and to fight the wear of puppetry and mime.
And now I'll live forevermore, or until it's your time.
So help me prove that life is all a storybook to read.
Think of me on lonesome nights and know it's me you need.
Pace and bellow openly, 'cause that's what I would do
If I were having trouble sleeping, only now it's you.
And I'm sorry for my restlessness,
I'm sorry for the fear,
I'm sorry I can't change the way I died.
I made a big mistake and now I relive it through you.
Help me to redeem my sins in time.