Ghost Party - Ambrosia

Hunting season comes early for the cloud chasers
The stoners delight starts to run dry
The business suit junkie is killing time
I’m a burden and a liar
I’m a demon of my own design
Matrimony by candle light
Maybe it was made for me
But I find my kicks in screaming lies
Matchstick symphony
Tire fire marquee
The supernova of your dreams
Is a nightmare for the free
But freedom comes for those that pray
Singing songs of yesterday
It’s better to burn out than to fade away
At least that’s what they used to say

Written by:
Chandler Roberts, Jack Swartz

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