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 ill leave you a phantom to lead you in the summer to join the black parade sometimes i get the feelin shes watchin 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 youre gon we wan u all to know we'll carry on well carry on and tho you're dead and gon beleiv me your memori
will garry on we'll carry on and in my heart i cant contain it you're memori wil cari on