Grasp - Kyle J-E, Microwaved Nachos & Tsunami Sounds

Fighting shadows In their haunting guise Smiting the wicked baron And unleash my might When we face our final hour In the darkest rift Come what ever may I'll be the death of you After channeling my power Your end will be swift Now there's nothing in my way You'll feel my deathfire grasp! Clashing minions Ravaged fields of war Manifest my dominion Total chaos restored When we face our final hour In the darkest rift Come what ever may I'll be the death of you After channeling my power Your end will be swift Now there's nothing in my way You'll feel my deathfire grasp! When we face our final hour In the darkest rift Come what ever may I'll be the death of you After channeling my power Your end will be swift Now there's nothing in my way You'll feel my deathfire grasp!

Well, ain't it a shame That our short little memories Never seem to learn The lessons of history We keep makin' the same mistakes Over and over and over and over again And then we wonder why We're in the shape we're in Good ol' boys down at the bar Peanuts and politics They think they know it all They don't know much of nothing Even if one of them was to read the newspaper Cover-to-cover That ain't what's going on Journalism's dead and gone Frail grasp on the big picture Light fading and the fog is getting thicker It's a frail grasp on the big picture Dark ages You my love-drunk friend All that red wine and candlelight Soulful conversations That go on until the dawn How many times can you tell your story? How many hangovers can you endure Just to get some snuggling done? You're living in a hollow dream You don't have the slightest notion What long-term love is all about All your romantic liaisons Don't deal with eternal questions like Who left the cap off the freaking toothpaste? Whose turn to take the garbage out? Frail grasp on the big picture You keep on rubbin' that, you're gonna get a blister It's a frail grasp on the big picture I've seen it all before And we pray to our Lord Who we know is American He reigns from on high He speaks to us through middlemen And he shepherds his flock We sing out and we praise His name He supports us in war He presides over football games And the right will prevail All our troubles shall be resolved We have faith in the Lord Unless there's money or sex involved Frail grasp on the big picture Nobody's calling them for roughing up the pitcher It's a frail grasp on the big picture Heaven help us Frail grasp on the big picture All waiting for that miracle elixir Frail grasp on the big picture I don't wonder anymore Frail grasp on the big picture Somebody says, "You brought her here so go ahead and kiss her Frail grasp on the big picture Frail grasp on the big picture Light fading and the fog is getting thicker It's a frail grasp on the big picture Frail grasp on the big picture Frail grasp on the big picture