Delving into the depths of human struggle and temptation, this song explores the relentless pull of self-destructive behavior despite an awareness of its harm. The lyrics portray a cyclical internal battle where the narrator feels trapped by the 'devil's grip,' symbolizing addiction or an overpowering vice that repeatedly draws them back into darkness. The reference to getting "drunk on this unholy wine" and a quest to be "delivered from our old minds" suggests a longing for escape and transformation, even while recognizing the destructive nature of their actions. The recurring dilemma—knowing they should walk away yet feeling unable to break free—highlights the complexity of human frailty and the allure of forbidden desires. Ultimately, the song serves as a poignant reflection on the difficulty of overcoming one's inner demons, capturing the tension between the desire for change and the magnetic pull of familiar vices.
Grip
Lyrics
As the night time bleeds into the day
Tomorrow spills across the sky
And the sun's a harsh reminder why
We are feeling barely human
We don't know what's good for us
'Cause if we did, we might not do it
Who knows where our limits lie?
We won't discover 'til we push it
I should just walk away, walk away
But it grips me, it grips me
But I should call it a day and make my way
Oh, it grips me
'Cause the devil's got my arms
('Cause the devil's got my arms)
And it pulls me back into the night
But I should just walk away, away
Oh, it grips me
'Cause the devil's got my arms
'Cause the devil's got my arms
And it pulls me back into the night
We got drunk on this unholy wine
To deliver us from our old minds
The promise of a better time
'Til we're feeling barely human
We don't know what's good for us
'Cause if we did, we might not do it
Who knows where our limits lie?
We won't discover 'til we push it
'Cause the devil's got my arms
('Cause the devil's got my arms)
And it pulls me back into the night
Well, I should just walk away, away
Oh, it grips me
'Cause the devil's got my arms
And it pulls me back into the night
The devil's got my arms
And it pulls me back into the night
I would rather forget and wash my memory clean
Oh, I would rather forget and wash my memory clean
I would rather forget (I would rather forget)
Wash my memory clean (wash my memory clean)
I would rather forget (I would rather forget)
Wash my memory clean
'Cause the devil's got my arms
And it pulls me back into the night
The devil's got my arms
'Cause the devil's got my arms
And it pulls me back into the night
And it pulls me back into the night
Writer(s): Daniel Campbell Smith, Mark Blair Crew, Espen Berg, Joakim Harestad Haukaas, Simen M. Eriksrud, Thomas Bratfoss Eriksen
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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