Glitch in the Graveyard
Lyrics
Intro
glitched radio crackle, distant siren
Two plagues
One planet
Who eats it first?
[Verse 1 – Pibby Infection (high, glitchy male)]
I break frames
I break faith
I break canon
I break safe spaces
Static in your smile, I corrupt your cheer
Turn your mascot mask to a melt of fear
Cartoon comfort?
I carve that clean
Your childhood scene now a slaughtered dream
I drip off screens, bleed through bumpers
Title cards torn, stuttering numbers
I chew your lore, spit scrambled fonts
Your opening theme now a death response
Channel flipped?
I’m already there
Laugh track looping like a broken prayer
I hijack hugs, twist ‘em into threats
Your best friend glitches, lunges for your neck
You pray “pause”
I erase that key
Your menu freezes on a screaming “ME”
Options greyed, your hope on mute
I hard-crash hearts in a friendly suit
You think you’re safe with the lights turned low
I live in the frame-rate, eating your show
Every bright color, I warp to black tar
Your comfort cast now a cursed co-star
Chorus
This that glitch in the graveyard
This that bite in the code
Two plagues on the same world
Who owns your soul?
Brains or pixels
Flesh or feed
Either way, lil player
You scream, we eat
Glitch in the graveyard
Rot in the street
Pick your poison, pitiful
You fall, we feast
[Verse 2 – Zombie Virus (deep, gravelly male)]
I don’t need lore, I just need lungs
I flood your veins, I rot your tongue
One small cough, whole block gone blind
I write red letters down your spine
I don’t talk rights, I don’t talk fate
I chew through cops, through riot gates
From quiet farm to crowded train
I turn every heartbeat into a chain
Shuffling choir, that’s my choir
Dragged feet drum like funeral fire
You hear one moan, then fifty more
Your neighbor’s knock just broke the door
I strip your skill, but keep you walking
Your mom comes home, her skull keeps talking
Her hands still know your childhood room
Her teeth just know your throat’s perfume
I freeze your city in a fevered frame
Traffic jams as a feeding game
I drag your heroes through the mud
Cape and crest in the same old blood
No cutscene, kid, this plague’s live
You ain’t “respawning,” you just survive
Till your last sprint stumbles slow and thin
Then you’re just crowd-control for the next one in
Pre-Chorus – Pibby Infection
You spread slow, old meat parade
I rip worlds in an instant cascade
You need a bite
I need a byte
I flip whole franchises overnight
Pre-Chorus – Zombie Virus
You chase kids’ shows, sugar and screams
I chew through parents, cops, marines
You stain their screens
I stain their streets
They mute you off
I eat their teeth
Chorus
This that glitch in the graveyard
This that bite in the code
Two plagues on the same world
Who owns your soul?
Brains or pixels
Flesh or feed
Either way, lil player
You scream, we eat
Glitch in the graveyard
Rot in the street
Pick your poison, pitiful
You fall, we feast
Verse 3 – Pibby Infection
I killed your trust in the Saturday slot
Turn your safe space into slaughter plot
Preschool planet to a bloodstain sky
I remix morals, kids learn to die
I hijack heroes, bright-eyed, dumb
Put that plastic smile on a broken tongue
They remember hugs while they tear you apart
Their voice lines stuck in a restart heart
I gnaw on credits, warp each name
Turn sidekicks into hunting game
I’m canon cancer, lore on fire
Continuity caught on a tripwire
I spread on merch, your backpack screams
Your plush friend sobs in your waking dreams
I’m every glitch that you brushed aside
Now the error screen’s where your world resides
You try