Betrayal Is A Symptom

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?