when i was…a young boy,,my father took me into the city…to see a marching band!!
he said “son,,when u grown up…would u be the savior of the broken,the beaten n the damned??”
he said “will u defeat them,the demons,n all the nonbeliever…the plans that they’ve maid??”
he said “one day,i’ll leave u a phantom….to lead u in the summer,,to join The Black Parade!!!”
jeng..jeng..jeng…
toret…toreet…
sometimes i get the feeling…shes watchin over me,n other times ifeel like i should go…
n through it all,the rise n fall,the bodies in the street….divine to the end we hear the call!!
we’ll carry on!!!
we’ll carry on!!
n through u’re dead n gone leave me
ur memory…
we’ll carry on!!
we’ll carry on!!
n in my heart ican’t cotain it…your weary widow marches,,
on n on we carry through the fears…
ooooohhhh…
dissapointed faces of ur pears…
ooooohhhh…
take a look at me,,coz i could not care at all!!!
do or die..u’ll never make me
bcoz the world will never take my heart…
go n try…u’ll never make me
we want it all,,we wanna play this part..
i won’t explain or say “i’m sorry”
i’m unshamed..i’ll gonna show my scar
give a cheer 4 all the broken,
listen here…
bcoz it’s WHO WE ARE!!
im just a man..im not a hero
im just a boy..who had to sing a song
im just a man im not a hero..
I
DONT
CARE!!!
we’ll carry on……..