Rusted Hand, Dead Heart

Lyrics

Lady Grip A ballad for one hand and no heart. (Verse 1) Found her in the dust, on the Fury stretch, one arm left, no name, no flesh. Still warm from rage, knuckles tight, fingers curled like they lost a fight. Took her in, seatbelt on, whispered softly, “You’re not gone.” She don’t scream, she don’t lie, just rests and rusts while I drive by. (Chorus) Oh Lady Grip, my silent bride, five fingers, one touch, and no goodbye. You’re the only skin I’ve ever known, bone to bone, alone in chrome. You never judged, you never wept, just held my wheel while the others slept. I loved you rough, I loved you wrong – a dead girl’s hand in a dead man’s song. (Verse 2) Painted your nails with brake fluid red, named each finger after things I regret. Index was war, pinky was shame, middle was hope, and it died the same. We slow-danced through flame and screams, your grip on my thigh, tighter than dreams. You never pulled back, you never left, just clung to the wheel like a holy theft. (Bridge – whispered/snarled) They called me freak, necro, wrecked in the head, but I said love is love, even if it’s dead. Better a hand that can't let go, than hearts that rot before they show. (Final Chorus) Lady Grip, my rusted queen, my clutch, my chrome, my morphine dream. The world burned down, they all gave in, but you held tight on rusted skin. I live, I drive, I crash, I slip – but I’ll never lose my Lady Grip. ---