pieces of broken memories

This is gospel for the fallen ones
Locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophies
From pieces of broken memories

Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Their gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds
But they haven?t seen the best of us yet


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

Don?t try to sleep through the end of the world
And bury me alive
'Cause I won?t give up without a fight