Too much ice on the outside
Too much time to get out there
Vacant sways become angry
Nothing faced
Nothing followed
It's a vice of disciples
Lapse of faith
No act of grace
Moving steals
In as much as we reveal
No encounter
No attachment to anything
Less than we corrupt
It's a life
But at least it is contained
No act of grace
It's the fall of a morning you wake in before
It's the life that is calling you can't kid yourself
It's the act of you k**ing you can't take it back
It's the things that you did that you still can't remember
The people would rather you never wake up
There's no act of grace
To the minds
To the greedy needful kinds
Wishing worthless
Wishing backwards
Wish you weren't here
Stick out loud
Stick out gestures
Stiff the crowd
No act of grace
It's the fall of a morning you wake in before
It's the life that is calling you can't kid yourself
It's the act of you k**ing you can't take it back
It's the things that you did that you still can't remember
The people would rather you never wake up
Or at least you would die for instead of all suffer
There's no act of grace