Authentically 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 non-believers? The plans that 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 and through it all. The rise and fall
the bodies in the streets and when you're gone, we want you all to know.
We'll carry on, we'll carry on and though you're dead and gone, believe me
your memory will carry on, We'll carry on and in my heart I can't contain it.

"Do or die you'll never make me, Because the world will never take my heart, You can try you'll never break me."

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