Ghostdance

Old and found

The dead cover your terrain;
The paths are muddy in your
Light rain
Is the landmine you’re standing on
Just a dud
Will it be pleasure,
or pain?

In this ghostdance
Corpses dance
A zombie’s romance
Ghostdance

And if you hold out your hand
You might find the fog is
Covering quicksand
Is it the look in your eyes –
is it a host of lies
you understand

In this ghostdance
Corpses dance
A zombie’s romance
Ghostdance

You haunt me

In this ghostdance
Corpses dance
A zombie’s romance
Ghostdance

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