Panic! At The Disco, Brendon Urie, Spencer Smith, Dallon Weekes - This Is Gospel

This Is Gospel
Panic! At The Disco, Brendon Urie, Spencer Smith, Dallon Weekes
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This is gospel for the fallen ones,
Locked away in permanent slumber,
Assembling their philosophies
From pieces of broken memories.

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
This is the beat of my heart [2x]
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
This is the beat of my heart [2x]

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, 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
This is the beat of my heart [2x]
Oh oh oh oh oh
This is the beat of my heart [2x]

This is gospel for the vagabonds,
Ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards,
Confessing their apostasies,
Led away by imperfect impostors.

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
This is the beat of my heart [2x]
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
This is the beat of my heart [2x]

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, 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.

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
This is the beat of my heart,
This is the beat of my heart,
The fear of falling apart. [4x]


This Is Gospel

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 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, insufferable bastards
Confessing their apostasies
Led away by imperfect impostors

Don't try to sleep through the end of the world
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