This is Gospel, for the fallen ones, lead away in permanent slumber assembling their filosfies from pieces of broken memories. Ooooh oh oh oooh (this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart) oiooh oh oh ooooh oh oh ooh (thus is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my-) their gnashing knives and criminal tongues conspire against the odds, but they haven't seen the best of us yet. IF YOU LOVE ME LET ME GOO (x2) 'Cause this words are knives and often leave scars. The fear of falling apart (OKYA JA JA)
