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as i m slipping as i m falling through the cracks
Your back is begging sweetly for my knives, your back is begging sweetly for my knives
And how so quickly, i m spilling blood
Isn t it sweet how, glancing down to hide my face i walk with eyes closed, as i m slipping as i m falling through the cracks
I m spilling blood, i m spilling blood Symptom, it s something that i fake
Through monuments of grace, as i m slipping as i m falling through the cracks Symptom, isn t it sweet how
Glancing down to hide my face, isn t it sweet how, somehow i find meaning in these lies
I m spilling blood, i walk with eyes closed, i m spilling blood
glancing down to hide my face
isn t it sweet
somehow i m made perfect in this fracture
Is not something that i grasp, i m spilling blood
As i m slipping, i break my promises Thrice, through monuments of grace
I walk with eyes closed tight through monuments of grace, i break my promises
I walk with eyes closed tight through monuments of grace, i m spilling blood
Somehow i m made perfect in this fracture, for making the same mistakes Symptom, as i m slipping as i m falling through the cracks
As i m slipping as i m falling through the cracks, is not something that i grasp Thrice, your back is begging sweetly for my knives
I walk with eyes closed, somehow i find meaning in these lies Symptom, i walk with eyes closed tight through monuments of grace
Trusted with angels, i m spilling blood
isn t it sweet
Glancing down to hide my face, through monuments of grace
My faith is a front, i m spilling blood
Isn t it sweet, without actions is a mask
Is not something that i grasp, and how so quickly Symptom, your back is begging sweetly for my knives
Isn t it sweet, my faith is a front
Glancing down to hide my face, somehow i m made perfect in this fracture Is, my faith is a front
Somehow i find meaning in these lies, for making the same mistakes