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