This is gospel for the fallen ones
locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophy
from pieces of broken memories

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
This is the beat of my heart

Gnashing teeth and criminal tongues
conspire against the odds
but they haven't seen the best of us yet

If love me, let me go
If love me, let me go

These words are knives and often leave scars
for fear of falling apart
And [bad word] be told I never was yours
for fear for fear of falling apart

Oh oh oh oh oh
This is the beat of my heart

This is gospel for the vagabonds,
ne're-do-wells and insufferable [bad word] Confessing their prophecies
led away by imperfect impostors

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
This is the beat of my heart

Don't try and sleep through the end of the world
and bury me alive
'cause I won't give up without a fight

If love me, let me go
If love me, let me go

Cause these words are knives and often leave scars
for fear of falling apart
And [bad word] be told I never was yours
for fear for fear of falling apart

Oh oh oh oh oh
This is the beat of my heart