Afterthought Of Grievance Lyrics - Mortimer Nova

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