Luyện nghe bài hát Betrayal Is A Symptom

Faith is not something that I
It's something that I fake as I'm
As I'm through the cracks

without actions is a mask
For the same mistakes
As I'm as I'm falling through the cracks

Somehow I find in our failings
Somehow I find in these lies
I'm made perfect in this fracture
Your back is begging for my knives

I'm blood
Glancing down to my face
I walk eyes closed tight
Through of grace

Somehow I find beauty in our
Somehow I meaning in these lies
Somehow I'm made perfect in fracture
back is begging sweetly for my knives

My is a front
I'm spilling
down to hide my face
I with eyes closed

Through monuments of
I'm spilling
Glancing to hide my face
I walk with closed

monuments of grace
Isn't it sweet how trusted with
And how so quickly I my promises?
Isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet, it sweet?