Betrayal Is A Symptom

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?