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