This Is Gospel - Panic! At The Disco

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