War For The Crippled
Grieves Lyrics


I scale the razor while I rope over the dead space and arrows sticking out that bulls-eye tattooed on my breastplate
I'm high flying, tasting the poison on the clouds breath, a little bit too nervous just to follow when that crowds steps
I break, break, into little tiny pieces and vanish and you can take, take all the memories and make patterns of em
And say, say, that you'll never think about me when they ask
And if they don't look like they trust you can turn around and dash
And this is awful to say but I don't think you ever needed me
That tooth was through your lip before you ever started eating me
Beatin' it downs not what you need to be taught here, I'm beggin you just to stop for a little bit
And let that broken record play for you
And you can smell the smoke from all the pain it took to lay its groove
And fall into that place where you can die from it or face the truth
It's silly, 'cause I all see is danger when I lay with you
The voices start talking and saying

I know they say happiness is a warm gun, and sorrow is a cold jagged blade
I know they say happiness is a warm gun
I know they say happiness is a warm gun, and sorrow is a cold jagged blade
I know they say happiness is a warm gun and I got it torn and it aimed at your face

How come your eyes hurt me so bad?
Mirrors or windows? can you feel that? how would you describe that?
I fear I'm too simple. How come your hands are so, so cold?
My skin or yours? no circulation, heavy pulse
I fear with every use to me my aneurism now
That caution so convincing, fully engage the arm hairs, drys out the mouth
It's alkaline, count the cate, that courage, that now's the time
That head devise, spin, spin, with a big fake grin and the skin gettin' thicker by the blink
Know the ill by the stink and the length of the beard
Know the real by the stare and the feel way
Know the real by the gut, know to seal your convictions with steel
Know steal by how it stings your feelings, no further advice
No cure for the vice, no feelings searing like spice in a con life
With the fears like contacts and never call any backs, what's up
And I feel foul 'bout it, but so much lighter 'bout it, right?

I know they say happiness is a warm gun, and sorrow is a cold jagged blade
I know they say happiness is a warm gun
I know they say happiness is a warm gun, and sorrow is a cold jagged blade
I know they say happiness is a warm gun and I got it torn and it aimed at your face

Contributed by Tyler E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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Emerson L

pos murdered his verse

mostwanted1806

how the fuck did I go this long without knowing my two of my favorite hip hop artists have a track together. I feel ashamed of myself.

Frania

god damn... this is deep

gennaro white

just some amazing music, i just bought every cd, worth evry penny and more

Tom Lange

cant believe how few views grieves has

dan c

he's bloody perfect!! he got game but no one knows cause they what bread & butter. grieves is bread, butter & the best tasting jam out there. live is undeniably king. groove on & pass along to all you know to help get him more views, he should not be contained!!!! X (cristina, dan's sister)

jason baldwin

Grievlediezle

ANTIK1OAS

great tune

Frania

i like it ;P

Esoteric Cleric

Mirrors or windows?

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