Can you feel the dirt remembering your name? The worms whisper secrets the living forgot. Every scream buried in my bones still breathes. They stitched halos from barbed wire, Crowned me saint of the damned. But I crawled from the ash and fire With your kiss carved in my hand. We don’t die, We decay into legend. Hunger is holy, And love’s the infection. Rise, my sins, my shadows, my kin! We were never holy—just hungry. It’s the dawn of the undead. I found your pulse beneath the stone And kissed the rot until it moaned. You called me back from nothingness With teeth that sang like home. We don’t die, We decay into legend. Hunger is holy, And love’s the infection. I kissed the maggots from your lips And called it love reborn. The sun’s too clean for creatures like us, But damn, we look good in the storm. Feed the worms our shame, Feed the worms our shame, Let them sing, let them sing, let them sing. Rise from ruin, my beautiful dead! Burn the heavens, paint the sky red! It’s the dawn, the dawn of the undead. You never left the grave… You just learned to dance in it.
