Waking The Dead Lyrics

there is a beast inside my head
it feeds on everything
paints in stark contrast my regrets
my god

there's no peace on the inside
burdens filling up my head
only grief on the inside
I've been waking the dead

now mom and dad are dead and dead
and all I'm left with
is a list of things I wish I had said
I'm sorry

I'm torn up on the inside
the dead are filling up my room
I hope I see you on the inside
I've been knocking on your tomb

I keep thinking about the end of the world
I keep stumbling over the idea like something I forgot to put away
I've been knocking on the doors of tombs but all the doors are locked
and time has swallowed up the keys the dead are rising soon
because there is no peace release relief
no eternal sleep slumber is something I forgot to keep
like a beast it's crawling out from under the boards