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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?
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- To Be Everywhere Is to Be Nowhere
- Anthology
- Miscellaneous
- Major/Minor
- Beggars
- The Alchemy Index Vols. III & IV: Air & Earth
- The Alchemy Index Vols. I & II: Fire & Water
- Vheissu
- The Artist in the Ambulance
- The Illusion Of Safety
- Identity Crisis
- The Artist In The Ambulence
- Illusion of Safety
- Live At The House Of Blues
- The Alchemy Index Vols. III & IV
- First Impressions
- The Alchemy Index: Vol. I & II
- If We Could Only See Us Now
- Live From The Apple Store
- Death From Above