Afterthought Of Grievance Lyrics

Our hands so tight

You crying and reaching for air

Your legs spread wide

The same way that had put us there

Our bodies intertwine

Is that what you call love

To feel alive

Sometimes isn't enough

Where is my isaac I had laid before me

Reached out in the dark, blocking the sun

Calloused and manic unplanned catastrophe

Her lifes the epitamy of imperfection

We spend this time

Looking so hard to find hope

But we should

Focus on looking for help

Where is my isaac, I had laid before me

Reached out in the dark, blocking the sun

Calloused and manic, unplanned catastrophe

Her lifes the epitamy of imperfection

Bless your filthy wicked heart

I'm an eel fit for a whore