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.
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