Yeah, get ready I'm gonna show you how to do this 'Cause it's so sweet Let me here, it's a Say yeah, yeah I ain't seen nothin' on the late, late show
Your eyes push shards of glass to mince my defenses I never thought I'd feel this way - memories haunting every breath it frightens me to know I can
Towards The Unlight... On Black Wings Of Death With A Distant Sparks Fulfilled The Dome Of Nightsky... The Nocturnal Haze Enlightened By Moonlightwaves
What are you doing here in my nightmare? Stepping back into the stupidness gets me nowhere Look at you now, you look like an angel in hell Look at you
"My number is 11, as all their numbers who are of us. The Five Pointed Star, with a circle in the Middle, and the circle is Red. My colour is black to
aint going back to black boy lane, No I aint going back to black boy lane, There must be some other way, Because I aint going back to black boy lane,
I saw the statue of Herman Brood It had a lump way down in it's throat That's because it's heart was broke in two He played piano really fucking good
I'll be honest with you I hate war in all its forms Physical, psychological, spiritual Emotional, environmental I hate war And I hate having to struggle
Gonna fly up to the moon, raising all of my money. Can't make it too soon, I am sick of it down here. Gonna rise up to the moon. So this is how the world
E wSaw a man on the street, Would you, Notice if he was gone the next day? Another girl passes by, Barely fifteen, with a baby on the way. In the paper
Problems in my head don't know what I said looking to be dead on a run. Corporation greed television scene pornographic need over dose in need I'm a liar
I'm countin' down to the day deservin' fittin' for a king I'm waitin' for the time when I can get to Arizona 'Cause my money's spent on the goddamn rent
Shots ring out like a bell As they're running away from the scene The sweat leaking down to my pillow Makes it so much harder and harder to sleep The
This record is for the Outcasts. Following our stories of Love, Life, And Never Giving In. We are the Black Veil Brides (Thanks to Nic for these lyrics
Boss One Je lache des rimes qui laisseront en eveil la racaille du Mail a Marseille Que ma merde paye qu'on fasse la caille guy Car sans y'a pagaille
Sometimes the way we look at life can be too serious Cuz were dancin by the pale moon light I wake up in the morning and I get delerious Cuz of something
There?s a place with all my faces, in wonderland, Find me here with all my fear in wonderland The sun beats down upon my skin, If I could fight, I would
