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?