Lyrics
Grief is a craft I've perfected at last
Grief is a skill I have finally mastered.
I burn
I am consumed by intense emotion.
Bow down and learn
Submit and gain knowledge from my experience.
Into the mold I've been sculpted and cast
I conform to a predetermined shape, shaped and formed.
Now sternly cry and yearn
Express sorrow and long passionately.
Discipline my wistful skin
Show control over my yearning emotions.
It's militant the grief I'm in so
My grief is disciplined and militant.
Grief is the plan guiding all that I am
Grief is the guiding principle defining my existence.
I bruised
I have suffered injuries.
I paid my dues
I have paid the necessary price for my experiences.
More of a process than I am a man
Being a process is more defining than being a man.
Infused it's what I choose
Infused with grief, it's a conscious choice.
No machine can mourn like me
No machine can mourn like I do.
No program can perform like me
No program can perform grief as I can.
A master of the art I see
I am a master of the art of grieving.
Through eyes that never dry
I see through eyes that never stop shedding tears.
I grieve in measured symphonies
I express my grief in carefully orchestrated symphonies.
The once and future infancies
Reflecting on past and future sorrows.
Unhatched, but still in sympathy
Not yet born, but still feeling compassion for others.
I know the day they'll die
I am aware of the future moments of death.
Drop and give me ninety-nine tears
Perform an action of sorrowful submission repeatedly.
Don't slow down your factory gears
Continue your work without slowing down.
I don't know but I been told
I am uncertain, but there's a need for order and control.
We need some discipline here
We require discipline in this situation.
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