A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

Thrice lyrics : "Betrayal Is A Symptom"

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. But somehow I find beauty in our failings. Somehow I find meaning in our
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. 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? Isn’t it sweet?

Submit Corrections