Lyrics Grace - Fyrce Muons

In a wisdom
In a shining of a beast of care
Wrap around is something you don't know and fear
Taking cues from others who have never been there before either
Dripping with sensitive stiletto beliefs on puffs of air
Boiling royals from a Medieval treatise on death
Sins of fathers, sins of mothers
Converge upon the fangs as we look forward to what might be
What has been
What could happen
Take yourself out of the loop my friends
Take yourself there and let go
Walk towards it
Walk quickly
Don't look back
It's the symbol of grace

No longer calling out his name you labor deeply
Breathing shallow one minute
Then gasping for life, unconscious the next
Hands twitch and twist without reason and without ceremony
Your feet are swollen and yellow with grace anticipation
Will you be allowed entry or must you wait another cold night
Will death come knocking now
Or later unexpectedly it knock at the door

What becomes
What pretends
What is
What is not
What is safe
What is danger
What is real
What is not
What is truth
What is not
What was now and then and ever more

It's the symbol of grace