Adamant Caveat - Grace lyrics

[DEEP VOICE] If you slow it down you'll see the grace If you slow it down you'll see the grace It may be a collapse, but maintain Maintain presence and posture Nurture and foster Don't consider the cost of the time it takes to proctor And gambled money that's got to be lost or The reputation that takes you off of the roster There's this bullet proof vest of investments that ended up leaving some organs exposed to the shots that you banked on being blank ones Now the splotches of blood next to numbered remains is your rank Done And you're rank, not to mention. Like Stank Ya, ya You got a tie. You got a nice suit "oh my" "ooh" Those cufflinks match so right, too And the shoes to boot All it's missing now is you, you stain Your worth is the stink that you emanate from you remains Don't forget to remember your memories if you're going down that lane But most importantly; maintain ..from up on that latter Snakes on a plane to snakes in the valley Ten pin alley Does all that matter? Well, yes when you're the tenth pin Sit back and let that set in, as you and your fellow pieces are set up again You helped complete a playing field You were a blade of gra** so green You had artificial worth, and now it's artificial turf In the warmly welcomed machine. Might as well have been a dream or something that just disappeared at sea You see? Well I see: A tattered flag at half mast, in dust, but not in trust A stone is cast End dust Then nothing Now blood splatter on a businessman's shoes Drips fall There's definitely black, and there's a brick wall There might be a little girl getting chased by sick dogs, and then she gets mauled! ..or maybe not There's definitely flying concrete rubble, all in a scuffle with the rising, writhing ashes trying to get a s**le of the sparse sunlight amongst the dark between all the people and the places torn apart Sorry if this resembles an accident without your seatbelt clicked in, but if you slow it down you'll see the grace that slips in It's true, it didn't pick you, this doom. You picked it, and you made sure, without error, that'd you'd forget So when the terror and the shrapnel asks if you need a lift, you don't remember sh** So you split And that's it