Law of Gripping Hands
Law of gripping hands
To abide the distant death
To allow utter destruction
And a scarce listener wept
I believe he loved you
And I don't think he left
No, they never do
They're at your bedside when you're dead
Grip on, ripping out your hair
A memory to share with no one
Look now, Philipp
There's a battle raging on
The demons on your back
Just bunch of friends
Cracked bells on the floor
The hammer heads are worn
What is there to see?
What is there it holds?
To abide the distant death
To allow utter destruction
And a scarce listener wept
I believe he loved you
And I don't think he left
No, they never do
They're at your bedside when you're dead
Grip on, ripping out your hair
A memory to share with no one
Look now, Philipp
There's a battle raging on
The demons on your back
Just bunch of friends
Cracked bells on the floor
The hammer heads are worn
What is there to see?
What is there it holds?
Credits
Writer(s): Philipp Hagenlocher
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.