About this user
I am the girl in the criminal damage skinneys
wearing a band logo shirt
with neon green high tops
and every nail paited a different colour,
and big hair,
while mouthing the words along to the song on her iPod,
which is so loud you can hear it metres away,
you see walking down the street
and you have to take another look
to make sure im real
cos you never knew anyone could walk through Leeds
with that much eyeliner on but still be friends
with a girl wearing uggs and a 'Jack Wills' Hoodie..
MUSIC IS MY LIFE..
We are the children of the night,
We are the children.
We are the children of the night,
We are the children.
As daylight fades, we celebrate.
The end is near your end is here.
The night it brings us our fate,
Knee deep in mud we want your blood.
This isn't love, this is war,
This is the night we said,
We would be fighting for.
This isn't love, this is war,
This is the night we swore,
That we would call our own.
We are the children of the night,
We are the children.
We are the children of the night,
We are the children.
The fire burns, into the sky,
The sun goes down your end is here.
Lighting eyes in the night,
Be one of us be one of us.
This isn't love, this is war,
This is the night we said,
We would be fighting for.
This isn't love this is war,
This is the night we swore,
That we would call our own.
We are the children of the night,
We are the children.
We are the children of the night,
We are the children.
We are the children of the night,
We are the children.
We are the children of the night,
We are the children.
We are the children of the night,
We are the children.
We are the children of the night,
We are the children.
We are the children of the night,
We are the children.
We are the children of the night,
We are the children.
This isn't love, this is war,
This is the night we said,
We would be fighting for.
We are the children of the night,
We are the children.
We are the children of the night,
We are the children.
We are the children of the night,
We are the children.
We are the children of the night,
We are the children.
*Screams*
We are the children of the night,
We are the children.
We are the children of the night,
We are the children.
We are the children of the night,
We are the children.
We are the children of the night
We are the children.
THE BLACOUT = LOVE
