This is gospel for the fallen ones. Locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophies.From pieces of broken memories.Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart.Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart.The gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds.But they haven't seen the best of us yet.If you love me let me go.If you love me let me go,Cause these words are knives that often leave scars.The fear of falling apart.And truth be told, I never was yours.The fear, the fear of falling apart. Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart.Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart.This is gospel for the vagabonds,
Ne'er-do-wells, insufferable bastards
Confessing their apostasies.Led away by imperfect impostors.Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart.Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart.Don't try to sleep through the end of the world
Bury me alive.Cause I won't give up without a fight.If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go.Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
The fear of falling apart.And truth be told, I never was yours.The fear, the fear of falling apart.Oh, the fear of falling apart.Oh, the fear, the fear of falling apart.Oh (This is the beat of my heart).The fear of falling apart.Oh (This is the beat of my heart).The fear of falling apart.Oh (This is the beat of my heart).The fear of falling apart.Oh (This is the beat of my heart).The fear of falling apart
