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