Thrice Betrayal Is a Symptom Lyrics

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?

Written by: Dustin Michael Kensrue, Edward Carrington Breckenridge, James Riley Breckenridge, Teppei Teranishi
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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