The Bookkeeper Lyrics

His mother tried to sell him

His father didn't tell him

His patron wouldn't claim him

Unwanted, unclaimed, unprepared

His brother rich and cared for

His sister loved and trained for

A pact he's not prepared for

Unwanted, unclaimed, unprepared

He's used to the constant traveling

He distracts himself by handling

The seams of books unraveling

He can't just read books to ignore

His father tried to outrun it

But fate's already strung it

And there's no hiding from it

The fate that he keeps pining for

A fork in the road and a curse down each pathway

Which path will he choose

Don't matter, he'll lose

Oh, oh, woe's the unlucky bookkeeper

Fucked up yet faithful

He's Death's doomed disciple

Oh

He's lost in allegories

He's hiding from his glory

He's searching for his story

Be careful what you look for

He finds others also broken

There's a unity unspoken

He's happy for a moment

Be careful what you wish for

But his Book contains an order

His sister must be murdered

She's right there to be martyred

Do what is written on the page

He can't bring himself to kill her

He's worried Death may be bitter

But Death just laughs unfettered

He gets what he wants anyway

A fork in the road and a choice of which pathway

Perhaps he is hopeful

But the path is a circle

Oh, oh, woe's the imprisoned bookkeeper

Fucked up yet vital

He's Death's sole disciple

Oh

His father tried to tell him

Of why his mother sold them

But his sister overheard them

The past will not be ignored

She calls her dad a coward

And he's almost devoured

By her murderous power

A fate cannot just be scorned

Their mother then tried to save them

From the cursed lives she gave them

And the patrons that had claimed them

She should've run when she had the chance

But a broken pact needs payment

So her soul is void and vacant

Her corpse cold on the pavement

She should've paid in advance

A fork in the road and death down each pathway

He cannot be saved

He's choosing his grave

Oh, oh, woe's the ill-fated bookkeeper

Fucked by his title

As Death's best disciple

His fate's been set for ages

He's not free Death's cages

Or shadows on the pages

He still has a choice to make

For Death will have no mercy

All that counts is who's worthy

That's why he's on this journey

He better not make a mistake

He is the hidden servant

He is the Shadowpage inherent

He is Death's heir apparent

He must choose, he must choose

His exaltation been ascribed

He's beyond what one can describe

He's the Last of the Final Scribes

He must choose

A fork in the road and ascent down one pathway

Death's title's hierarchal

He'll become immortal

Oh, oh, woe's the eternal bookkeeper

He has no rival

He's Death's last disciple

Oh