[Can you guess what song this is?]
When I was, a young boy. My father, took me into the city, to see a marching band.
He said son when, you grow up. Would you be, the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned? He said will you, defeat them, your demons and all the nonbelievers, the plans that they have made?
Because one day, I'll leave you a fantom, to lead you in the summer, to join the black parade!
~music~
When I was, a young boy. My father, took me into the city, to see a marching band.
He said son when, you grow up. Would you be, the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?
~more music~
Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me. And other times I feel like I should go. When through it all the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets. And when you're gone we want you all to know.
To carry on. We'll carry on. And though you're dead and gone believe me your memory will carry on. Will carry on. And to my heart I can't contain it, the anthem won't explain it.
