Ambrose

(Verse 1) The lights are low, the silver gleams, A secret menu, hidden dreams. They don’t ask names, they don’t ask why, Just whisper, “Let the course begin.” (Pre-chorus) You feel the air grow thick and strange, The spices dance upon your tongue. One bite, and time begins to bend— You’re not the same when you come back. (Chorus) Ambrose! Where the flavors hold a curse, Ambrose! Every dish could be your universe. In this hall of velvet and deceit, You taste the impossible, you feel the heat. Ambrose—don’t ask what’s in the sauce, Just close your eyes and take the pause. (Verse 2) The waiter smiles, but won’t meet your gaze, He knows the rules in this hidden place. The dessert moves, just slightly, slow— Like something waking up below. (Bridge) They say the kitchen’s not of this world, That every spice has a story told. And if the Foundation ever comes, They’ll vanish like a dream at dawn. (Chorus) Ambrose! Where the flavors hold a curse, Ambrose! Every dish could be your universe. In this hall of velvet and deceit, You taste the impossible, you feel the heat. Ambrose—don’t ask what’s in the sauce, Just close your eyes and take the pause. (Outro) One more sip… the glass is cold. You’ve crossed a line, you’ve lost control. But still you’ll come back, year after year, Because the taste is all you fear… and love.