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?