Awake at nightHere I lay again,More Like This
Staring at the dark,
Thinking of now and then,
Hoping my dreams will embark.
To sleep I cannot travel though,
Stuck here in the night,
Demons linger and shadows flow,
Filling me with fright.
Tomorrow never comes,
Time trickles to a halt,
My chest the sound of drums,
My mind lost in a vault.
Web of Emotionsi am entangled in your webMore Like This
Struggling in the threads that you spun
Full of lies and deceit
Trying to free myself from the pain
That is sure to come.
Like a Black Widow
So beautiful but deadly
A little thing causing so much pain
Enough to make me wish
Wish that i was dead.
You mean so much to me
Yet i seem to mean so little
Just like a toy of yours
To play with when you feel like it.
Seeing Through YouSeeing Through YouMore Like This
I overheard your voice because of my name.
You must thought that I was gone after our last drink together.
But I'm not the easy one to fool with - my ears can speak for themselves.
Just look at yourself, I point at the only person of seeing is yourself.
And you ask to yourself, "Did he read my mind or something!?" and see the look in my eyes.
Then you feel the gilt getting to you fast, although, it is I, whom be the one to find the truth through your mind.
Now, all will understand what it is like to be the one who's under judgment of their will.
Should I pity you and your lies, I wouldn't given another reason to think of, so no.
If you can escape your way out, let me give you a solution: Never bring my name up again unless it will coast you... for your own life.
I can see though you, and your lies.
TearsI’ve never seen you break,More Like This
You never break when I’m around,
But I rather wipe away your tears
And suffer with you,
Than knowing you cry alone.
The Ultimate Tool"That is why I need no blade, nor gun. I am always close to them, the ones I cherish. Holding them tightly ,begging for the nearness.More Like This
Here I stand to lend them my hand,to let them share in my life. Then the day it comes , and they see only my back as I walk away.
All their being will lurch toward me, my face will turn with only a few words apon my lips, and I will watch as their soul will shred"
The Call To Arms - A BVB AnthemThis is a Call To Arms to The Outcasts. We bring to you this New Religion, this Ritual for you and for all of the other Wretched And Divine.More Like This
In this Exordium, we lay claim to the fact that we know We Don’t Belong. However, before we have Lost It All, we give to you proof that there is a Saviour – a Perfect Weapon, if you will. The Legacy of our Beautiful Remains, as well as All Your Hate, will be a burden carried by The Mortician’s Daughter.
Never Give In to F.E.A.R.
Heaven’s Calling for Carolyn and the rest of us Fallen Angels. The Devil’s Choir sings its Overture of the Unbroken on this New Years Day.
Our Knives And Pens give proof to all that we have Done For You. Though some claim us to be Nobody’s Hero, let them know and understand their words are only Sweet Blasp