Ghostsmoker (Acoustic Return)

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

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

Dear mothers I thank you 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

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