Grief Is Not Coming

Grief is not coming in a matter of time
Its metal hands will fail to choke
Closing like umbrella spokes
Grief is not coming for you

Grief is not born of the astral ape
To furnish your days without release
Make your mouth a scornful crease
Grief is not coming for you

Grief is not coming for you
Not you, grief is not coming for you

Grief is not coming in a weight of nuts
The scoreman sad, its raven sails
Spray your days with coffin nails
Grief is not coming for you

Grief could be your mother's hand
On that sad fact you might depend
'Cause you would ever know it, friend
If grief is ever coming for you

Grief is not coming for you
Not you, grief is not coming for you

Grief is not coming in a matter of time
Grief is not coming for you
Grief is not coming for you
Grief is not coming for you