⸻ Verse 1 These fucking ghosts are laughing at me again. Their teeth behind the cracked plaster wall. Black mold learning every corner, Feeding where your picture falls. Something took root beneath my ribs, It’s Hungry again. Called my hollow frame a home, Hungry again. (Echo) Now my lungs breathe borrowed weather, I cannot tell if I’m alone. My dead heart draggin through tomorrow, Hungry again.(echo) A listless soul dressed up as skin. The house keeps letting something cold through. I don’t remember letting you in… Hungry again. (Echo) ⸻ Pre-Chorus You never came as smoke or shadow, You never whisperfrom the dark. You climbed inside me full of grave soil, Churchyard mud still painted on your heart. Hungry again. ⸻ Chorus It wasn’t the thorns that made me bleed. It was holding on too long… Hungry again. (Echo) It wasn’t the thorns that made me cry. Watching something beautiful want to die. You’re the corpse who learned to breathe in me. Hungry again. (Echo) Every loss demands an altar. Grief became the god I feed. Hungry again. (Echo) ⸻ Verse 2 You don’t knock. You already know the way. You sit right on the edge of my bed. Like my reality …The mattress bends. Hungry again. (Echo) Boots still wearing half the churchyard. Wet earth drying on the floor. Morning finds the mould still blooming. Hungry again. (Echo) Exactly where you stood before. ⸻ Bridge Who eats the sins Of the man who buries grief? Who lays a blessing Upon an empty feast? I broke the bread. I drank the ale. I kissed the ash. I swallowed lead. I thought that hunger Would finally leave. It came back… Hungry again. (Echo) ⸻ Final Chorus It wasn’t the thorns that made me bleed. It was believing beauty couldn’t wound. It wasn’t the thorns that made me cry. It was finding every grave still had room inside. You are not a memory. Hungry again. ⸻ Outro You’re the altar. You’re the priest. You’re the mouth that learned my name. Every time I bury you… You come back… Hungry again. Hungry again. Hungry again.
