Betrayal Is A Symptom - Thrice

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?