Lose Your Grip

The rope from which I'm hanging from

It is thinning, short and worn

I hope when I am reborn there are knives where should be armsI know, I know, I know, I wrote this

I will not be pushed around

And so, and so, and so, I hope this makes you feel less overwhelmed

Hand shakes in time, I'll take what's minesLet me show you something my old friend

A name now dragging in the dirtI know, I know, I know, I wrote this

I will not be pushed around

And so, and so, and so, I hope this makes you feel less overwhelmed

Hand shakes in time, I will take