Title: No Act Of Grace
Artist: The Damage Manual
Composer(s): Martin Atkins, Chris Connelly, Steven Seibold
Lyric:
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
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