Lyrics:

faith. is not something that I grasp. it's somethign that I fake, as I'm slipping, as I'm falling through the cracks. faith, without action is a mask, for making same mistakes as I'm slipping, as I'm falling through the cracks. but somehow I find beauty in our failings, somehow I find meaning in this life, somehowI 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. my faith is a front, i'm spilling blood. isn't it sweet how i'm trusted with angels and how quickly i break my promises. isn't it sweet?