There But For The Grace Of God — Psyclon Nine

We are sitting on the throne of contamination Dead, dying, diseased, hid in the shadow Under the crown of silence and ruination Never you mind, just find the exit (never to see, never to breathe) Just follow the signs into the emptiness Blacken your eyes to the light of revelation

There out for the grace of god go he with the hammer and nails There out for the grace of god go he so that man can prevail There out for the grace of god the doctors brooding over lifeless remains There out for the grace of god pump his heart 'til he's breathing again

Pump his heart, reverse his demise Pulled from the cross to unblacken our eyes Crossing our hearts, hoping to die Insert the needle to extinguish our cries Our Mary of spades elate us with desire (never to see, never to breathe) Subdued in a pit of insipid dreaming Calm us when we seethe

There out for the grace of god go he with the hammer and nails There out for the grace of god go he so that man can prevail There out for the grace of god the doctors brooding over lifeless remains There out for the grace of god pump his heart 'til he's breathing again