Harley-
I was sitting down in the living room watching tv. Gerard and the others went to the living world to play a show. They couldn't let me go with them because they're going to be on mtv and if my face shows up on tv then so much shit would go down since I've been gone for nearly two days. Well... This is the second day since my first day here I was out cold.
The guys explained to me the way they get to the living world is with this special key called Infinity. They can use the infinity key in any door and they'll automatically be transported to the living world. Right now I was watching their live show on tv. Oddly enough the tv was in color. They finished their show with Famous Last Words. The show ended and I turned off the tv.
Gerard said that even after the show they'd still be out for a few more hours doing signings, Q and A's, and grabbing a bite to eat. So I decided to do some exploring. This house was really huge, and I've only seen the living room and Gerard's room. I started with upstairs. There was eight rooms. One being Gerard's room and one a bathroom. I walked into one bedroom and see a bass guitar on a cushioned chair. This is Mikey's room.
I left the room and took a look in Ray's, Bob's and Frank's rooms. One spare room was a recording studio. I walked in a little further and looked at all the equipment. Everything looks really expensive so I don't touch anything. The only non fancy or super expensive thing I see in here was a notebook. I open it to the first page and read the notes.
If all my enemies threw a party
Would you light the candles?
Would you drink the wine?
While watching television?
Watch the animals
And all the tragedies
And sell your arteries
And buy my casket gown
Well, it better be black
And it better be tight
And it better be just my size
I'm stalking these metro malls
And airport halls
And all these schoolgirls
I'm not asking
You're not telling
He's not dead he only looks that way
Out nowhere
Take me out there
Far away and save me from my self-destruction
Hopeless for you
Sing a song for California
I bought my enemies rope to hang me
And the knives to gang me
You can watch 'em stab me on your television
Stomp the halls
Because the bathroom walls
Would have a lot to say about
The lines you're putting down!
It better be white
It better be cut
It better be just my size
Until my capillaries burst of boredom, I'll be waiting
I'm not laughing
You're not joking
I'm not dead I only dress that way
Out nowhere
Take me out there
Far away and save me from my self-destruction
Hopeless for you
Sing a song for California
Wherever you are
Whatever you are
Whoever you are
Wherever you are
LALALALA
'Cause we got the bomb, we got the bomb (LET'S GO!)
We got the bomb, we got the bomb (LET'S GO!)
We got the bomb, we got the bomb (LET'S GO!)
We got the bomb, we got the bomb (LET'S GO!)
Way out nowhere
Take me out there
Far away and save me from my self-destruction
Hopeless for you
Say a prayer for California
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In The Black Parade? But I'm Not Dead!
FanfictionHarley Slaygle is an emotionally damaged 18 year old. She has been waiting for an excuse to die practically her entire life. One night during a thunderstorm, she is dragged into the Black Parade where she meets Gerard Way and the rest of her idols f...
