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Death as a Language - EP

by The Keeper

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1.
Seventeen 03:09
Tonight I'm burning down your alter And everything that brought us here Raking my body over a splintered world To help you understand the things that you once feared You put your faith in anything Bending your knees underneath a porcelain dream I've been screaming in protest for years But no one's fucking listening And I was right there with you Under your cross, praying for death And I was right there with you Masked with medicine and shortsighted views The march of a million dead telling you "This is the way" Carving out your numbered days On the lids of waiting graves What if I drowned the same way that you saved me? Breathing death into my mouth A coward's lie was never meant to break me Throwing bricks from inside a glass house And I was right there with you Under your cross, praying for death And I was right there with you Masked with medicine and shortsighted views 2,000 years of deceit Cast over the eyes Of you and me And as the chorus of the choir Sings me to sleep I'll bear the burden of your suffering
2.
Gnawing At the cage that you forced me into Teeth to the bone I'll rest when the reaper finds you So I can die alone Another night repressed In a factory home Fate signed and sealed Since the day that I was born No redress No redress I can't comprehend When death is your only language Another spirit born Into misery Chained to the grave Spreading the human disease I won't stop Until I'm finally freed Generations of nameless faces Forced into hell to rot behind rusty fences A holocaust from a broken tradition It's senseless But I won't let you have me Stripped down for your waiting teeth But I won't let you fucking have me To know the end will never justify the means
3.
Juvenile eyes with old despair Stealing our innocence Without wiping away the tears Blind to the pain Through the eyes of western guilt Hands outstretched to our captors Trapped in the walls they build We are all bearing witness to the crime Watching under the guise of goodwill Selling tribal wounds as ammo Hoisting crosses in the place of transgression I'm done An ego built on what you can't prove Half lies and quarter truths And dread We are all dead We are all dead Years of smiling at a rising sun Abandoned Dressed in chains No trumpets, no folded flags Just a ceremony of death Marching in your name
4.
I tried to let it go But it's happening again Another swing at the sun Another night of shame Cutting myself open To find inspiration Sharpen your teeth (We all have our own war to win) Just a simple change To slow the flames as it burns at both ends Sucking the venom Out of bruising veins My reparation I will never wash away the stains I'm running on railroad time again

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released April 22, 2023

All songs Written and Performed by The Keeper

Vocals - Conor Eaton
Guitars - Jack Lowd
Bass - Will Buckley
Drums - Alex Johnson

Recorded and Mixed by Alex Estrada at The Pale Moon Ranch
Mastered by Jack Shirley at The Atomic Garden

Artwork by André Trindade

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