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? --- Betrayal Is a Symptom - Thrice