swamp__

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 the 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 on the streets when you're gone we want you all to know we'll carry on we'll carry on though you're dead and gone believe me your memory will carry on and in my heart i can't contain it the anthem won't explain it...
          
          i can't be bothered to write the rest