Black Veil Brides
Behold, this is our
Life, drawn by the
Admirable sound of music.
Chords are strung, and the
Kickoff begins with the drums.
unVeil the truth that lies,
Every word counts.
In the hidden, there
Lies our broken souls, where we don't belong.
Behold, it is us, the ones who
Resurrect the sun. The ones who
Indefinitely stay faithless.
Despite our looks and acts, we
End up being the ones who become
Saviours, who have lost their last rites.
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