paroles de chanson Betrayal Is A Symptom - Thrice

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?