THIS IS GOSPEL FOR THE FALLEN ONES, LOCKED AWAY IN
PERMANENT
SLUMBER

Assembling their philosophies From pieces of broken memories The gnashing teeth and criminal tongues Conspire against the odds But they havent 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 apart This is gospel for the vagabonds, Ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards Confessing their apostasies Led away by imperfect impostors Dont try to sleep through the end of the world And bury me alive cause I wont give up without a fight 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 apart Oh oh oh oh oh oh The fear of falling apart Oh oh oh oh oh oh The fear, the fear of falling apart