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?
Writer: EDWARD BRECKENRIDGE, JAMES BRECKENRIDGE, DUSTIN KENSRUE, TEPPEI TERANISHI
Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC MGB SONGS , UNIVERSAL MUSIC MGB SONGS OBO SCEPTOR OF MALICE
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?
Writer: EDWARD BRECKENRIDGE, JAMES BRECKENRIDGE, DUSTIN KENSRUE, TEPPEI TERANISHI
Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC MGB SONGS , UNIVERSAL MUSIC MGB SONGS OBO SCEPTOR OF MALICE
