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?