This Is Gospel

This is gospel, for the fallen ones locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophies from pieces of broken memories
This is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
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
This is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
This is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
This is gospel for the vagabonds, never-do-wells and insufferable bastards
Confessing their apostasies led away by imperfect impostors
This is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
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
And 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
The fear of falling apart
The fear, the fear of falling apart
The fear of falling apart
The fear of falling apart
The fear of falling apart
The fear of falling apart