GREAT GRIEF LYRICS

1. Fluoxetine: Burden Me

Months of self-reflection gone down the drain.
You're back to your old ways, burden me until I break.
How does it feel to love me but push me away.
How does it feel to abuse me, turning me every day.
What's left to do with you, now that you're alone?
Why must I bury you, now that you're my home?
I see your pale reflect my broken ego,
And your frail glass-prone skin suits your well-endowed blood flow.
There's so much fire in your heart…
Too bad I'll water it down.
I wish I could take you as my own, but I'm already gone.
Without you I don't live, I barely flow.
Without you I don't breathe, wither and bloat.
Open the curtain, watch the show.
A tale of two, becoming a singular whole and bleeding out.

2. Feeling Fine

I'm feeling fine, I'm buried deep.
Mouthful of pills helps me sleep in peace.
Yeah I look fine, but I'm not well.
My mind withholds a personal hell.
My eyes sink down to sea, as they swim and float far beyond your reach.
And I know I'll never be OK with this mental crutch, a half a gram a day.
Born tired and mentally weak.
I am the damage that dwells real deep.
What's the point of being alone if I regret every thought of being born.
Let me learn to love myself.
Let me learn not to despise myself.
And it'll all be fine, just go and close your eyes.
No excuses left, still filled with hate.
Pulling my hair out with every step.
I can not leave this house, my only window of peace, shut with blackened sheets.
The breeding life form within these walls is much more alive than me.
What's the point of being born, if I can't even be alone.
Let me learn to love myself.
Let me learn not to despise myself.
Yeah, pills make me feel like home.
Born tired and mentally weak.
I am the damage that dwells real deep.
What's the point of being born if I can't even be alone.
Let me learn to love myself.
Let me learn to be alone.

3. Troubled Canvas

Things have been going the wrong way, since we realised there was no right way.
So let me rewind to the start…
Your most-compelling argument was the day we drifted apart.
"I don't want to love anyone else, but I've had trouble even loving myself"
Things have been going the wrong way,
Was there ever a fucking right way?
I am forever drifting apart.
I'd leave but I've been dragging my heels since the start of it all.
I am beyond pathetic, just like you.
You took all my troubles away with your art.
Spread it across a canvas, made universes out of malice, grandeur and harm.
Pale and blue, but red at the roots of it all.
Pale and blue, blood red at the roots of it all.
Things have been going the wrong way, since we realised there was no right way.
So I've got to move on from this art.
Your most compelling argument was the day that you gave me back my life.
So watch me leave with stride.

4. Escaping Reykjavik

November morning, rise up from this bed of dirt.
Thoughts of failure run past as I grieve and wither.
Drag my nails through this calloused skin.
My mind once bright, now it's turning dim.
We're out again, poor and looking bad.
Holding onto hope, walking a blind whores path.
Your issue isn't mine to have, yet my money falls in your hands.
Pretty much just a fucking joke, a press release told me to tie a noose.
What is this gospel, of vanity and malice.
Nothing's changing, misery still drags me down.
No matter where I turn, I sink below the sea.
I rise with my broken back, please lead me on again.
I have all the time for you to fuck me 'til I love you.
Pathetic vulture, I bare only malice for you.
I'll spit in your fucking face, beat you black and blue.
So bold, bearded and blind, your advocacy for greed keeps you alive.
I rise with my broken back, lead me on again, bend my body.
The devil has a black flag tattoo, and he pretends he fucking likes you.
Sign the contract, give your life away.
We the artist, the drinking well.
From your gaping mouth the water spills.
Have another drink, on us, the poor and broke.
Pathetic vulture, I bare only malice for you.
Take another drink.
Pathetic vulture, lead me on again.
Pathetic vulture, I bare only malice for you.
Spit in my face, black and blue

5. Pathetic

Grab me by my wounded neck, you look so tired lover.
Become the beast with two scarred backs, you look so bothered lover.
A genderless nymphs short-sighted dream, you look so flustered lover.
Is the promiscuous man's war.
You look so menacing lover.
Feel my slithering tongue wipe the floor of your stomach.
I look pathetic and I act so greedy in this light
Can you see my scars in this dress, you look so manic lover.
Must you trace the blistered lines, you look so burnt out lover.
Can there be one more secret time, do you feel cheated lover.
I am an addict of your light.
Did you find consent when you spiked her drink,
Was it fizzing to the top as she took a sip,
Has this question not been answered before,
Taste the bitter truth and walk out the door.
As your axe falls to rest, her body begins to quake, as your axe rises yet again.
Her head is in your hands again.

6. Inhale The Smoke

Your teeth fall out of your mouth.
No sense in keeping anything in.
Your senses numbed by your dulled youth.
You're beaten, black, bloody and blue.
Inhale the smoke, shortening your life by the minutes.
Your blood, it pours from your mouth.
How far did she get under your skin.
You're crying and she has left you.
And now your malice controls you.
Inhale the smoke shortening your life by the minutes.
Burn your skin.
I come alive holding back every thought that I've had.
This isolation is hell.
The soil black, walls of glass, hailstorms of self dread.
This isolation is hell.
I grab my belt, wrap it tightly around my neck.
There is no peaceful way out.
I kick the chair from my feet.
This is how I go out.
This isolation is hell.
This isolation is home.

7. The Nihilist Digest

Wandering mouth, this is the best night of your life.
The bottle saved
You but it's all a fucking lie.
This is the end of your days, so fuck off, it's time to leave.
I am leaving behind an empty shell to remember my life.
The next time I sleep, the world won't bother me.
This is the nihilist digest, my self loathing confession.
This is it, we pass no judgement.
To those who feel used and abused, the ego burns your skin.
You're boiling from inside.
Painstakingly beautiful and toxic.
I'm in love with your vanity.
Your mother fucked like Monroe.
Your father danced like Mick Jagger.
So let her drink 'til she dies
'Cause to him nothing matters.
Cure my ache.
I'm jaded 'til the end of days and I see no fucking end, Christ.
We are the all singing, dancing crap of the earth.
What's the point.
Put your head in the sand.
All you have is broken skin, now try and fucking live with it.
Well I have to say I'm happy you don't like me.
Life's a bitch, but it's easy.
You're pathetic, I'm leaving

8. Ivory (Lie)

My body riddled with a fever of doubt, I can't shake the feeling I'm burning out.
Your presence left a bitter taste in my mouth.
Take a new shape when your shine goes down.
Love lead us to burning buildings in abandoned towns, though it was meaningless, there's still truth to be found.
Watch me dull my body to death, with pills, alcohol and meaningless sex.
This is my pathetic leisure, a way to deal my self doubt.
This white lie I will tell myself.
I'll find meaning when the days are done, I'll find meaning when I'm not around.
Ivory lie;
You're my manic vice.
Deceitful eyes; you're my manic muse.
I see you begging, dancing for my gaze.
Your fingers twitching, skin sags/hangs off your face.
I took my life into my hands, you wasted your breath for days.
A pointless compulsive endeavour, did you ever make a change.
Church filled with lovers, who won't remember you.
Your bourgeois vanity trail, resembles an empty funeral.
Cut the power and end the charade and leave this life you made.
Step foot into the living room, the one you never go into.
Centered a shallow grave,
Filled with the lives you claimed.
There's a lesson to be learned, from every bridge you burned.
Stay silver; not gold.
Because in the end it's not what will unfold.

9. God Sent

God-sent, well-spoken, a homophobe in sheep's clothing.
You're young at heart but one day cancer will tear you apart.
A guilty conscience full of rage, what do you say.
So go and preach these lies, in manic praise and lustful ways.
No gods no masters.
How did the house of god raise such a fucking bastard.
And I'm thankful for everything, so hide behind the cross.
In the name of god, even though it doesn't mean shit.
There's a belt burn on my neck and I've got a stomach full of regrets.
This world has left me with nothing unsaid, honestly I'd rather be fucking dead.
20 years down and Prozac born, a pill-fed bastard in a rotting hole.
A disorder oh so bleak, it burns to the core.
Consume my faith.
This manic thought, while it lingers on, I'm spitting teeth and broken words.
This world is a cancer and I'm here to burn, tear me down bone and skin.
No gods follow me.
This is the great grief.
Fuck them and fuck what they think, they live in misery.
They live to burden me.

10. Roots (Love, Lust And Greed)

Love is lust and greed, but for her I'll bleed out.
I'm a stranger to every single person that I meet.
So wrap this belt around my neck and pull until I sleep.
I would give anything to go back and fix that sinking ship.
Broken hearts never match, a burning house, never a home again.
Let me sleep, plagued for me.
And I swear to you, if you're reading this.
I'll never bother you, I'll take these feelings (deep down) and learn to accept it.
"How unselfish and apathetic"
"The roses in your hands turned into rusty nails, but I can see the sparks inside of you"
This isn't love, it's abuse.
Rushing, convulsing, bleeding out.
Remission ends in grief and drags you down.
Salivating, your rush it finds new pray.
Now she can't live with herself.
So another family grieves.
I would give anything to go back and fix that sinking ship.
Broken hearts never match, a burning house never a home again.
Let me grieve, plagued by me.

11. Ludge

Her lips drew life from the world, red coated, blood bloated.
A voice of malice taught me malice ways and we're trying not to make them stay.
Faux born, ivory divorce.
The palest ghost I've ever seen.
I'm sick of waging war against my fucking self.
Let it happen, let them bury me.
You sit there trashing your vertebrae, while crying over the magistrate.
There's no room for you or your lack of perspective.
Right speech, wrong ways.
You've been here for way too long, and now I can't fucking stay.
Her lips drew life from the world, red coated, blood bloated.
A voice of malice taught me malice ways and we're trying not to make them stay.
What is life.
What is love.
You've been here for way too long and now you can't fucking stay.
Sick of waging war against my fucking self.
I can't even think straight anymore.
Wrong speech, wrong ways.
You've been here for too long and now you can't stay.







GREAT GRIEF LYRICS