Grip Songtext
von Drewsif

Connection
Affection
Regression
Subjection

In the throes of grief
In remorse′s debt
Crushed under irony's massive breadth

Words (Compassion forced)
That spill (From captive scorn)
From an ugly mouth (And active remorse)
Words (Confessions of love, obsessions in vein)
That hold (Recessions of love)
No weight (Will now douse the flame)


(I′ve been) Carrying ideations of a greater future
Ideations you dropped so long ago
But you never let me know
Now I'm left begging
For those same cold hands
To release me from their grip

Walled in
Yet, free to roam
Lost to the world
Windows locked
Doors closed
Silenced of your own accord
Does the truth you hoarde burn you away inside?
As much as it's absence pains me?
I mourn for you
A beautiful smile
Regurgitating fallacy
A beautiful mind
Avoiding tangency