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TRUE BVB ARMY MEMBERS....TRUE MEMBERS OF THE BLACK VEIL BRIDES ARMY....Know more songs than just 'Knives and Pens'.Know How to tell off haters. (Andy's personal quote at concerts)Know the members of the band and what they do.Have been or Planning to go to A BVB concertAre in love with the band not just because of Andy.Have at least one BVB T-Shirt and/or Wristband.Belive in Rock 'n' RollNever Give in to othersKnow the lyrics to every songWill post this as a deviationNEVER GIVE IN, NEVER BACK DOWN!!
The Weight of the FeatherIs my heart lighter,My guardian of the veil,Than Ma'at's feather?Will I continueToward the afterlife orThe Eater of Hearts?I await heavenOr the ravenous demonUpon the balanceAs you weigh my heartAnd its grand moralityOn your scale of truth.
no longer a daydream.I turn my head. Shut my eyes. Walk away. You're no longer my fantasy, no longer in my daydreams. You're a lie. You have too much figure out.And so do I.In this small, small town you're "him". You're everybody's mystery.But not mine. No. Not anymore.No longer will my eyes search for a connection to yours. No longer will my hand tremble when you're so close. My pulse won't quicken when you say my name and my breath won't catch in my throat when someone calls yours.You've given me something though. Made it worthwhile.You've given me perspective.And although you cannot see it, and maybe never will, you've let me into a world in which I know what I want.So for that, thank you.
Hand GrenadeSo here we areStanding on the frontlineFighting a new kind of battleYour arms are extended out towards meBoth hands patiently cradlingThat glistening candy-coloured grenadeOnly I can pull that pinRelease that torrent of burning wordsEach stray ember threatening to burnEvery bridge we built togetherLeaving no survivorsAmidst the charred remainsBut seeing the light on your face in this blood-red sunsetMakes you look like a child againAnd I just can't do it this timeMaybe it's because your boot laces are untiedOr because that helmet still looks a little big on youAnd your honest smile floods me with memories of us growing up togetherI want to get these words to you somehowSo just in case you get caught behind enemy linesOr if at this very moment you lay bleeding in a foxhole somewhereYou won't die aloneMaybe a semaphore love song?A poem written in morse code?But my pen is firing blanksAnd my heart tends to build signal firesIn the rainI eye that enticing pin aga