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?