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

When 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, and insufferable bastards
Confessing their apostasies
Lead 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
Because 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
The fear of falling apart
The fear of falling apart

The fear of falling apart