The Hold of It

I couldn't take anymore
My mind and body at war
So I took what was left
And left the rest at the door
Before my will would kneel
To my Achilles heel
The need to slow it down
And the one not to feel
It made me laugh at your pain
This state of drunken disdain
My tongue became a whip
When I had grain on my brain
I lashed you with words
And I beat you with lies
And I knew there'd come a day
When you would come to despise
My penchant for pain
And my rhyme without reason
You watched as my weakness turned to thankless treason

It ate at my good just a little by a little bit
I wanted to lose
The hold of it

The hold of it
Has got me in its grip
My father before me
His mother admits

The hold of it
Has got me in its grip
My father before me
His mother admits

She couldn't take any more
Because she was tired and torn
Her patience was the flesh and I was the thorn
I twisted and turned and she was bitten and burned
But every time she tried to reach me you know that I turned
Into a gaping hole, an emotional abyss
I didn't care it was inebriated bliss
But the well went dry and I was paralyzed
Thick as a brick, deaf, dumb and blind
A coward's kill of my battered will
And when I finally bottomed out I found a river of guilt

It ate at my good just a little by a little bit
I wanted to lose
The hold of it

The hold of it
Has got me in its grip
My father before me
His mother admits

The hold of it
Has got me in its grip
My father before me
His mother admits

The hold of it
Has got me in its grip
My father before me
His mother admits

The hold of it
Has got me in its grip
My father before me
His mother admits

The hold of it
Has got me in its grip
My father before me
His mother admits

The hold of it
Has got me in its grip
My father before me
His mother admits



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Sapsara
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