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) Their gnashing teeth and criminal tongues. Conspire against the odds, But they haven't… — Panic! At The Disco Copy Share Image
Oh, Well imagine, As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor, And I can't help but to hear, No, I can't help but… — Panic! At The Disco Copy Share Image
This is gospel for the fallen ones. Locked away in permanent slumber. Assembling their philosophies, From pieces of broken memories. (This is the beat… — Panic! At The Disco Copy Share Image
