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?Look at me and tell me what you see.
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