| 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 |