This is gospel for the fallen ones Locked away in permanent slumber Assembling their philosophies From pieces of broken memories Oh, Oh, Their 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 gospel for the vagabonds Ne’er-do-wells, and insufferable bastards Confessing their apostasies Lead away by imperfect impostors Oh, Oh, Don't try to sleep through the end of the world Don’t 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