[b]She clears her throat, then strums the first few chords.[/b] "This is Gospel, For the fallen ones, Locked away in permanent slumber. Assembling, Their philosophies, From pieces of broken memories. Oh. Oh. Their 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 scarred, The fear of falling apart. Oh. Oh." [b]Her voice... Was absolutely beautiful. The strumming was perfect. Altogether, the price was awesome.[/b]