the damage manual
no act of grace
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 killing 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 killing 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 suffer  There's no act of grace There's no act of grace There's no act of grace 