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?