Lyrics Grief - Seeming

Grief

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 the 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
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
Drop and give me ninety-nine tears
Don’t slow down your factory gears
I don’t know but I been told
We need some discipline here