Faith,
is not something that i grasp
its something that i fake,
as i'm slipping, as i'm falling through the cracks,
faith
without actions is a mask,
for making the same mistakes
as i'm slipping as i'm falling through the cracks.
Somehow i find beauty in our failings,
somehow i find meaning in these lies
somehow i'm made perfect in this fracture,
your back is begging sweetly for my knives,
I'm spilling blood,
glancing down to hide my face,
i walk with eyes closed tight through monuments of grace,
Somehow i find beauty in our failings,
somehow i find meaning in these lies
somehow i'm made perfect in this fracture,
your back is begging sweetly for my knives!
My faith is a front, i'm spilling blood,
glancing down to hide my face, i walk with eyes closed
through monuments of grace, i'm spilling blood
glancing down to hide my face i walk with eyes closed
through monuments of grace
Isn't it sweet how,
trusted with angels,
and how so quickly
i break my promises?
isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet?