Fish - Grace of God

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

A circus of consultants troupe on to centre stage
The closing curtain 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

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

Angel with pop star braids
Staring at the ground, her Docs unlaced
Cotton dress, floral pattern
She wore it on a special day

He only smiled, he didn't speak
She hung around till he fell asleep
She got bored, was led away
She bowed her head when the others cried
It's in her head, she's scared to ask
She only wants to know
Is daddy coming home again?

He shuffles past, belly sagging
His underpants are grey and ragged
Dull mind in a dull cage
You know that he's seen better days
He sucks deep on his nebuliser
Eyes closed in a moment's peace
His chest racks, his lungs exploding
Coughing like a drowning man

Guilty eyes and steady fingers
Lay the strands of shredded leaves
In a bed of bleached white paper
A moist tongue seals his fate
He rolls up his habit's rations
Stacking up the coffin nails

He lights up under weeping birches
He shelters from the drizzling rain
Amputees in roving wheelchairs
Close circle to deny the gnawing pain

Vampires in the shadows
Just a face in the shadows
He moves in the shadows
A face in the shadows

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