Faith,
is not something that I grasp
it`s 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?
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