Correction Paroles The Grace of God par Fish

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I'm here to answer questions, for a judgement on my soul
Clinging to a lifeline, holding onto hope
Pinned down on a table at the mercy of machines
The software coldly calculates, no bargaining or pleas

There but for the grace of God go I
There but for the grace of God go I

Bruises, purple flowers, cover healing punctured veins
Dark posies slowly fading in the passing of the days
Keep faith in strangers' fingers as they search a withered arm
The sterile sting of cannulas that probe under the skin

A smile back to the darkness, a wink to hide the pain
Black blood in the chamber, shadows in the ward
Staring at the heavens through a ceiling in the clouds
The hum of empty corridors, the trails of lonely ghosts

And there but for the grace of God go I
And there but for the grace of God go I

A circus of consultants troupe on to centre stage
The closing curtains whisper, I hear the hushed debate
Slipping out of consciousness suspended in real time
The chorus of the monitors, the drip feeds down the line

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