I've been cursed since I was torn out of the womb
Dead but dreaming from the day I was entombed
Mangled by the hollow void, my soul was ripped to shreds
Dying for a corpse to love, six feet beneath with the living dead
Decomposing lovers grinning blessed from the grave
Rotten middle fingers waiving as the skin concave
Reeking of decay as we unite with fertile dirt
Fervent corpses ripe to be eternally overt
The human flesh consumed
Residing in a pile of maggots safe inside our tomb
I carved your name in wood, locked up in that hearse
Now we've fled the graves agone, never again to be dispersed
Hand in hand ever since the day we were exhumed
Rotting side by side deep inside our tomb
