This Is Gospel sing and play along

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.)

gnashing teeth through 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 and often leave scars,

the fear of falling apart.

And truth be told, I never was yours,

the fear, the fear of falling aOh.

(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.)

This is gospel for the vagabonds,

ne'erdowells and insuff'rable bastards.

Confessing their apostasies,

led away by imperfect imposters.

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.)

Oh.

The fear of falling apart.

Oh.

The fear, the fear of falling aOh.

The fear of falling aOh.

The fear of falling a part.

The fear of falling a part.

The fear of falling aThe fear of falling apart.