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 a 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
 Discipline my wistful skin
 It's militant, the grief I'm in so
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 I remember reaching deep underneath my ribs
 Grabbing out my heart and holding it up to the dawn
 Where it could fire
 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
 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
 Discipline my wistful skin
 It's militant, the grief I'm in
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 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
 Drop and give me 99 tears
 Don't slow it down, your factory gears
 I don't know but I been told
 We need some discipline here
 Drop and give me 99 tears
 Don't slow down, your factory gears
 I don't know, but I been told (we cry and yearn)
 We need some discipline here
 We need some discipline here
 We need some discipline-