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
Will you be, the savior of the broken
The beaten and the damned
He said will you defeat them
Your demons and all the non-believers
The plans they have made
Because one day I'll leave you
A phantom to lead you in the summer
To join the black parade
Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me
And other times I feel like I should go
Through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets
When you're gone we want you all to know
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it