[00:00.00] 作曲 : Dustin Kensrue, Teppei Teranishi, Edward Breckenridge, Riley Breckenridge
[00:23.34]Faith is not something that
[00:27.30]I graspIt's something that
[00:28.08]I fake as
[00:28.47]I'm slipping
[00:28.71]As I'm falling through the cracks
[00:29.94]Faith without actions is a mask
[00:33.69]For making the same mistakes
[00:36.72]As I'm slipping as
[00:37.11]I'm falling through the cracks
[00:40.05]Somehow I find beauty in our failings
[00:43.47]Somehow I find meaning in these lies
[00:47.82]Somehow I'm made perfect in this fracture
[00:52.02]Your back is begging sweetly for my knives
[00:57.69]I'm spilling blood
[01:02.70]Glancing down to hide my face
[01:06.69]I walk with eyes closed tight
[01:07.20]Through monuments of grace
[01:10.74]Somehow I find beauty in our failings
[01:27.51]Somehow I find meaning in these lies
[01:31.41]Somehow I'm made perfect in this fracture
[01:35.19]Your back is begging sweetly for my knives
[01:43.86]My faith is a front
[01:45.39]I'm spilling blood
[01:49.74]Glancing down to hide my face
[01:51.93]I walk with eyes closed
[01:52.35]Through monuments of grace
[01:53.82]I'm spilling blood
[01:57.21]Glancing down to hide my face
[01:58.11]I walk with eyes closed
[01:58.83]Through monuments of grace
[02:01.80]Isn't it sweet how trusted with angels
[02:38.37]And how so quickly
[02:40.02]I break my promises?
[02:41.64]Isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet?

作曲 : Dustin Kensrue, Teppei Teranishi, Edward Breckenridge, Riley Breckenridge
Faith is not something that
I graspIt'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?