faith,

is not something that i grasp

its something that i fake,

as Im slipping, as Im falling through the cracks,

faith

without actions is a mask,

for making the same mistakes

as Im slipping as Im falling through the cracks.



somehow i find beauty in our failings,

somehow i find meaning in these lies

somehow Im made perfect in this fracture,

your back is begging sweetly for my knives,



Im spilling blood,

glancing down to hide my face,

i walk with eyes closed tight through monuments of grace,



(Guitar Breakdown)



somehow i find beauty in our failings,

somehow i find meaning in these lies

somehow Im made perfect in this fracture,

your back is begging sweetly for my knives!



my faith is a front, Im spilling blood,

glancing down to hide my face, I walk with eyes closed

through monuments of grace, Im spilling blood

glancing down to hide my face i walk with eyes closed

through monuments of grace



(Breakdown again)



isnt it sweet how,

trusted with angels,

and how so quickly

i break my promises?

isnt it sweet, isnt it sweet, isnt it sweet, isnt it sweet?