Great Grief
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โฑ๏ธ 4:11 duration
๐ ID: 5550643
๐ Lyrics
Oh God, how great is grief that grants the means to be inspired
Breathing life again to empathy that I thought had expired
But if my malaise capitulates the lingering emphatic ache
Could I succumb to joy again?
Or at least find some relief in familiar pain?
Either way, if I'm to raise my voice again I should celebrate
And take some comfort in knowing
That the slow introspection that I felt in isolation
Has left me with an elucidated sense of self
And I know that it may not be enough
To satiate the phantom ache that I carry in my timbre
But it softly shakes the taut embrace
That doubt had once maintained
May flora bloom from every wound that I've volunteered to display
After all, don't I deserve to be happy too?
There's a bouquet for every misery
An embellishment to all my weaknesses
I'm jubilant in my undoing; you say it should hurt but I don't feel it
So I propose that if I'm able to articulate my woes
In communion with an assembly who can relate
Is my pain not a price I should be willing to pay?
What is the worth of a misery if not experienced in jovial company?
There is catharsis to be found
In the comfort afforded by our generous despair
So celebrate with me
There's a bouquet for every misery
An embellishment for all our weaknesses
Be jubilant in our undoing
Does it really hurt if you don't feel it now?
Breathing life again to empathy that I thought had expired
But if my malaise capitulates the lingering emphatic ache
Could I succumb to joy again?
Or at least find some relief in familiar pain?
Either way, if I'm to raise my voice again I should celebrate
And take some comfort in knowing
That the slow introspection that I felt in isolation
Has left me with an elucidated sense of self
And I know that it may not be enough
To satiate the phantom ache that I carry in my timbre
But it softly shakes the taut embrace
That doubt had once maintained
May flora bloom from every wound that I've volunteered to display
After all, don't I deserve to be happy too?
There's a bouquet for every misery
An embellishment to all my weaknesses
I'm jubilant in my undoing; you say it should hurt but I don't feel it
So I propose that if I'm able to articulate my woes
In communion with an assembly who can relate
Is my pain not a price I should be willing to pay?
What is the worth of a misery if not experienced in jovial company?
There is catharsis to be found
In the comfort afforded by our generous despair
So celebrate with me
There's a bouquet for every misery
An embellishment for all our weaknesses
Be jubilant in our undoing
Does it really hurt if you don't feel it now?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.05] Oh God, how great is grief that grants the means to be inspired
[00:07.72] Breathing life again to empathy that I thought had expired
[00:16.17] But if my malaise capitulates the lingering emphatic ache
[00:24.61] Could I succumb to joy again?
[00:28.73] Or at least find some relief in familiar pain?
[00:34.52] Either way, if I'm to raise my voice again I should celebrate
[00:42.24] And take some comfort in knowing
[00:45.32] That the slow introspection that I felt in isolation
[00:53.25] Has left me with an elucidated sense of self
[01:01.18] And I know that it may not be enough
[01:06.50] To satiate the phantom ache that I carry in my timbre
[01:15.61]
[01:17.78] But it softly shakes the taut embrace
[01:21.89] That doubt had once maintained
[01:25.95] May flora bloom from every wound that I've volunteered to display
[01:35.94] After all, don't I deserve to be happy too?
[01:41.89] There's a bouquet for every misery
[01:49.75] An embellishment to all my weaknesses
[01:57.31] I'm jubilant in my undoing; you say it should hurt but I don't feel it
[02:11.77]
[02:28.69] So I propose that if I'm able to articulate my woes
[02:33.25] In communion with an assembly who can relate
[02:38.13] Is my pain not a price I should be willing to pay?
[02:44.13] What is the worth of a misery if not experienced in jovial company?
[02:51.54] There is catharsis to be found
[02:55.19] In the comfort afforded by our generous despair
[03:00.25] So celebrate with me
[03:03.83]
[03:16.38] There's a bouquet for every misery
[03:24.55] An embellishment for all our weaknesses
[03:32.45] Be jubilant in our undoing
[03:38.69] Does it really hurt if you don't feel it now?
[03:46.29]
[00:07.72] Breathing life again to empathy that I thought had expired
[00:16.17] But if my malaise capitulates the lingering emphatic ache
[00:24.61] Could I succumb to joy again?
[00:28.73] Or at least find some relief in familiar pain?
[00:34.52] Either way, if I'm to raise my voice again I should celebrate
[00:42.24] And take some comfort in knowing
[00:45.32] That the slow introspection that I felt in isolation
[00:53.25] Has left me with an elucidated sense of self
[01:01.18] And I know that it may not be enough
[01:06.50] To satiate the phantom ache that I carry in my timbre
[01:15.61]
[01:17.78] But it softly shakes the taut embrace
[01:21.89] That doubt had once maintained
[01:25.95] May flora bloom from every wound that I've volunteered to display
[01:35.94] After all, don't I deserve to be happy too?
[01:41.89] There's a bouquet for every misery
[01:49.75] An embellishment to all my weaknesses
[01:57.31] I'm jubilant in my undoing; you say it should hurt but I don't feel it
[02:11.77]
[02:28.69] So I propose that if I'm able to articulate my woes
[02:33.25] In communion with an assembly who can relate
[02:38.13] Is my pain not a price I should be willing to pay?
[02:44.13] What is the worth of a misery if not experienced in jovial company?
[02:51.54] There is catharsis to be found
[02:55.19] In the comfort afforded by our generous despair
[03:00.25] So celebrate with me
[03:03.83]
[03:16.38] There's a bouquet for every misery
[03:24.55] An embellishment for all our weaknesses
[03:32.45] Be jubilant in our undoing
[03:38.69] Does it really hurt if you don't feel it now?
[03:46.29]