Keeper of the Dead

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...