Jacob Sorgjerd - The Dark Lapel Lyrics

The lapel feels the sweat and the grime,
A weapon pulled silent through time.
In the shadows of grips,
Lie the end of your scripts,
For control is the darkest of crimes.
You're sunk in their De La Riva's web,
Their hook bites, but you're steps ahead.
Peel the foot from your thigh,
Grab the knee, don't deny-
Spin and crush; now their balance is dead.
Flattened hips mean the pass is yours,
Side control locks, the pressure pours.
Their frames scream for air,
You don't even care-
You're the tide pulling back from the shores.
The gi is no cloth-it's a blade,
A noose for the dues you have paid.
Trap their arm, feel the choke,
Crank the frame till they're broke-
Your control is a life that you've made.
Wrap the lapel as they squirm in vain,
Underneath their defense, it's your reign.
Feed it tight through the crook,
Break their will with one look,
From the saddle, you anchor their pain.
Now you pivot; the bow begins,
The knee cut seals where it all ends.
Their spine folds to your knees,
As the lapel starts to squeeze
A finish where failure ascends.
The grind isn't strength; it's decay,
The art of erasing their play.
Grip the sleeve, twist the wrist,
Deny every twist-
Their moves are what slowly betray.
The dark arts lie in feeling their soul,
Inverting when trapped, taking toll.
Spin for the heel,
Make the kneebar surreal,
And destroy where their fight made them whole.
The gi is no cloth-it's a blade,
A noose for the dues you have paid.
Trap their arm, feel the choke,
Crank the frame till they're broke-
Your control is a life that you've made.
Jiu-jitsu devours the meek,
A slaughter for those who are weak.
Not power, not pride-
Just angles applied,
And the soul that grinds night after week.