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