by FallenAngel_BVB » Mon Mar 12, 2012 7:34 am
"No need to pull. You agreed to a tattoo and Im holding that against you now." He smirked, refusing himself to be pulled. He may be skinny, but he is quite strong. Zach has an odd obsession with tattoos, mainly because he loves art and the idea of his body being used as a canvas interests him."Can we just leave our stuff over there?" He asked, looking back at all of their bags as he walked alongside Tai.
We are the in between, cast down as sons of war, Struck to the earth like lightning, on this world we're torn,
We won't cause the pain, of living out their law, Take joy in who you are we know our wings are flawed,
We're bored to death in heaven, and all alone in hell, We only want to be ourselves
We scream, we shout, We are the fallen angels, we scream, We shout, whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-ohh, To those who sing alone, no need to feel this sorrow, We scream, we shout whoa,W e a r e t h e f a l l e n a n g e l s