Grief Songtext
von Seeming

Grief is a craft I′ve perfected at last
I burn, bow down and learn
Into the mold, I've been sculpted and cast
Now sternly cry and yearn

Discipline my wistful skin
It′s militant, the grief I'm in so

Grief is a plan guiding all that I am
I bruised, I paid my dues
More of a process than I am a man
Infused, it's what I choose

Discipline my wistful skin
It′s militant, the grief I′m in so

I remember reaching deep underneath my ribs
Grabbing out my heart and holding it up to the dawn
Where it could fire


No machine can mourn like me
No program can perform like me
A master of the art I see
Through eyes that never dry
I grieve in measured symphonies
The once and future infancies
Unhatched, but still in sympathy
I know the day they'll die

Grief is a craft I′ve perfected at last
I burn, bow down and learn
Into the mold, I've been sculpted and cast
Now sternly cry and yearn

Discipline my wistful skin
It′s militant, the grief I'm in so
Discipline my wistful skin
It′s militant, the grief I'm in

Grief is a craft I've perfected at last
I burn, bow down and learn
Into the mold, I′ve been sculpted and cast
Now sternly cry and yearn

Drop and give me 99 tears
Don′t slow it down, your factory gears
I don't know but I been told
We need some discipline here


Drop and give me 99 tears
Don′t slow down, your factory gears
I don't know, but I been told (we cry and yearn)
We need some discipline here
We need some discipline here
We need some discipline-