Faith, 信仰，

is not something that I grasp 是不是我抓

it's something that I fake, 它的东西，我的假，

as I'm slipping, as I'm falling through the cracks, 因为我滑倒，因为我爱上过裂缝，

Faith 信仰

without actions is a mask, 不行动是一个面具，

for making the same mistakes 在犯同样的错误

as I'm slipping as I'm falling through the cracks. 因为我滑倒因为我爱上过裂缝。

   

somehow I find beauty in our failings, 不知何故，我觉得美丽在我们的失败，

somehow I find meaning in these lies 不知何故，我觉得这意味着在这些谎言

somehow I'm made perfect in this fracture, 不知何故，我在这个断裂得以完全，

your back is begging sweetly for my knives, 你的背部乞讨娇声对我的刀，

   

I'm spilling blood, 我流血，

glancing down to hide my face, 低头掩饰我的脸，

I walk with eyes closed tight through monuments of grace, 我走的眼睛透过恩典古迹紧闭，

   

somehow I find beauty in our failings, 不知何故，我觉得美丽在我们的失败，

somehow I find meaning in these lies 不知何故，我觉得这意味着在这些谎言

somehow I'm made perfect in this fracture, 不知何故，我在这个断裂得以完全，

your back is begging sweetly for my knives! 你的背部乞讨娇声对我的刀！

   

my faith is a front, I'm spilling blood, 我的信仰是主，我在流血，

glancing down to hide my face, I walk with eyes closed 低头掩饰我的脸，我走闭眼

through monuments of grace, I'm spilling blood 通过恩典的纪念碑，我流血

glancing down to hide my face I walk with eyes closed 一眼下来我走闭眼掩面

through monuments of grace 通过恩典古迹

   

isn't it sweet how, 是不是甜的怎么样，

trusted with angels, 信任与天使，

and how so quickly 赶紧怎么这么

I break my promises? 我打破我的承诺？

isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet, isn't it sweet? 是不是甜的，是不是甜的，是不是甜的，是不是甜的？