[Ral.]

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

Cause these words are nice enough to leave scars,
for fear of falling apart,
And truth be told I never was yours,
for fear for fear of falling apart.