Keeper of the Dead

Oñate Eat your soul in misery Oñate Crawling sickness of the State Oñate Killer of the Acoma Oñate Emptiness of Quivira Oñate Hatred in a memory Oñate Cut your foot in mockery Oñate Burn your name in victory

Plant myself in undead soil Make matter of all this toil Loose Cut it loose I can’t take another day More of this catastrophe Loose Cut it loose Joyous life of heresy Herald of all misery Loose Cut it loose Cut it loose Cut it loose Vampire thirst for living blood Rise up from the alkaline Everything’s a waste of time Swap my brain for microfeed Loose Cut it loose Cut it loose Cut it loose Starve the animals Starve the animals You’re the enemy

Now you want your own greed Built on dead comrades and racketeering lies Time to curse the next in line A death for every one you hate Is clipped into your magazine Serially conquered analogy For love of hatred and violence Laissez-faire the price upon our heads You get a cavalcade of credit For building your palace on a paradise of corpses Piled into the clear blue sky A death for every one you hate Is clipped into your magazine Revolutionary oppressor Master of the reinvented crime Revolutionary oppressor Next in line to rule us thought and time So it’s you that won the war Go on tell us who you always hated more Of course we resist! How can you believe we wouldn’t fight When there’s a drone for every beaten heart Lined up in the dying light? Revolutionary oppressor Incriminating separatist machine Revolutionary oppressor Who’s next in line to nullify our being? Multi-fascist congregation Every worker in your sights But the victims of the State are undefeated Laid to rest in perfect anarchy Ruled by no-one Revolutionary oppressor Next in line to cinch the noose on life Revolutionary oppressor Tireless through the generations Revolutionary oppressor Workers will claw back all that you steal Next in line!

Instead of light: Supple black eyes Scanning all affairs The face-setting machine The best place to make money This amazing device The liberal industrial complex SILENT COMPLICIT These are not conditions Meant for human beings Make 3D models out of anything The struggle against patriarchy Palestinian statehood 10,000 royalty-free assets Another circular war Corona of excrement I don’t ask any more SILENT COMPLICIT 3 weeks without food Just signed up and already selling Just signed up and already selling Just signed up and already selling Just signed up and already selling Just signed up and already selling Just signed up and already selling Just signed up and already selling Just signed up and already selling I bring you a surprise…

And I lost my living wage And we cannot claim old age While lords play games and secrete plans To terrorize the promised lands And we cannot have old friends They’ve healed us all to death Who’s left to tell the difference anymore Between presence and persona? Ghouls of all defunct regimes Blood-fascist celebrities Capitalist tyranny Stands in for reality Baptized to the exclusive right To change the world, that it not change Their will to raise a conqueror In privatized Bohemia All that is work melts into data Style and syntax overflow Ideation of the eminence of life Let me get on with the activity of dying! Ghouls of all defunct regimes Hallucinate in holy signs Stripped bare at the meal line For cannibals of dated time Ghouls of all defunct regimes Army, police, bureaucracy, Clergy and judiciary — All die! I am the vile multitude!

Strike out Become a man Daddy’s money in your hand Go your own way Make your name Another million down the drain Take the world It’s yours to brand Carve another Son and heir Nothing there You’re the one to bring us to the edge Will you buy my cure? Who will buy my cure? Will you buy my cure? Here, the coyotes; Don’t you make a fine dinner! Come and eat, come and eat... Grow up fit, fit to gather Fit to hunger, fit to fight Come and eat, come and eat Come and eat, come and eat...

Done with the day I don’t work for money For what? You may as well Be wise as dead. Here we love the long engraved Dig them out with stones Come out of shadow Come out of soil Come out of bone I’m tired of life Whose fault is that? Turned toward the sea Gather snakeskin, teeth and shells Mountain-lipped and dry Make arrows of mahogany To kill the dreary missionaries Come out all faithful Come out and cry Cut up your dreams Take out your precious eyes Here they made baskets Gathered peppermint and sage Sinews of basalt and oak To sew into the dirt By moonlight we find their ghosts And follow where they’re going The line has disappeared Accept the broken deal Come out of smoke Come out of rain Come out of mud I wonder what it means Transit of the satellites From starlight into ceiling Come out of blood Come out of tears Come out of grief Bring them to heel What do you have to eat? Huddled in a heap All is possible and worse.

I am the keeper of every death I’ve let slip through my grip For the sake of a new day shocked awake to the stain of breath I am the keeper of degradation and sickness and decay Only nothing will deliver me I cannot get away I am the keeper of memory devoured by oblivion till all that is left over Is the nausea of silence and addiction to the ghosts of fantasy Give it up and sleep to find another nightmare at the grind I’m always in my fucking mind I am the keeper of the dead Take the pill and disappear and wake up in the mind of fear Take the pill and wish you well we hope you die And one of us will wake up in your corpse Into another day of wretchedness I am the keeper of the dead I am the keeper of the dead I am the keeper of the dead...