Lyrics

Dead children stacked in the abyss of my pipe I use their dreams for kindling when I set them alight Smoking their ghost fill my soul with their sorrow Exhaled in the void, their hopes for tomorrow Dear mothers my gratitude for your treasure Bone fume high, your future burns for my pleasure Hang them up by the neck dry them out in the wind Snap bones off like twigs burn sweet marrow within Everyone's gonna fade away one day No need for patience send them right my way There's nothing to be gained from getting old Happiness is sorrow for a dying soul Ghost smoker - soul croaker Ghost smoker - soul croaker Ghost smoker - soul croaker Ghost smoker - soul croaker Forever fog runs through my veins I cure my drugs in the summer rain Then light it up with the heat from the sun I've been addicted since life begun
Writer(s): Adam Suleiman, Mads Melvold, Ole Sletner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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