Letras
Cracks in the faith must face his wraith
The air feels cold; a borrowed chill
All of it heavy; hard to hold
Liquor stains this table so old
Smells that remain are standing still
Alive, he built his heaven here
By keeping us in hell below
Now he can taste the hell he preached
We'll claim our heaven, know his hell
Cracks in the faith; where we have stood
Cracks in the faith; ask if we should
Cracks in the faith; know that we would
Cracks in the faith; own what we could
Under the lintel, scratched names thin
Between the studs, a shadow hides
Don't breathe; let the silence hold still
Crosses on each wall, taught control
Ledgered voice bound us to his role
His rules like hymns we mouthed along
My throat still copies when it's wrong
Alive, he built his heaven here
By keeping us in hell below
Now he can taste the hell he preached
We'll claim our heaven, know his hell
Cracks in the faith; where we have stood
Cracks in the faith; ask if we should
Cracks in the faith; know that we would
Cracks in the faith; own what we could
Never say the name we called him
Let it dim, let it dim
Seal your mouth; let hymns all go dim
Hush your lips, hush your lip
Quiet weight of worship bruises
Bruises from him, bruises from him
Light the match; burn the pain, burn the pain
Burn in Hell, burn in hell
Alive, he built his heaven here
By keeping us in hell below
Now he can taste the hell he preached
We'll claim our heaven, know his hell
Cracks in the faith; where we have stood
Cracks in the faith; ask if we should
Cracks in the faith; know that we would
Cracks in the faith; own what we could
Faith.