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!!
When We Were SpecialI remember daysWhen the world was newAnd the stars lived their lives in beautiful formationWhen we knelt to kiss the buttercupsAnd rubbed dandelion juice across our pale, paper-thin eyelidsTo stain them the color of sunshineDays when we knew our placesIn the shimmering galaxy that burned with life and loveI remember warm skin:Not the kind that ached to be slashed and then shedSo that we could finally escapeThe slender, sticky spider web ropesIn those days we ran through headstonesOur small feet painted with mud and toenail polishStomping over the deadAnd disturbing the sleep that they worked so hard forWithout a care
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.
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