We call the outcasts, to stitch these wounds together in our beautiful remains.
Children surrender knives and pens,
they give up their perfect weapon.
The mortitians daughter, carolyn, brings up all your hate.
Fire rages in irony as it is heaven's calling.
No matter how tough times may be, never give in, never back down.
This is our sweet blasphemy.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC
We call the outcasts, to stitch these wounds together in our beautiful remains.
Children surrender knives and pens,
they give up their perfect weapon.
The mortitians daughter, carolyn, brings up all your hate.
Fire rages in irony as it is heaven's calling.
No matter how tough times may be, never give in, never back down.
This is our sweet blasphemy.
We Stitch these Wounds Song titles-Black Veil Brides
Yes there is still a meaning behind it
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