WHEN I WAS
A YOUNG BOY
MY FATHER
TOOK ME INTO THE CITY
TO SEE A MARCHING BAND
-gasps-
HE SAID:
"SON WHEN, YOU GROW UP, WOULD YOU BE, THE SAVIOR OF THE BEOKEN, THE BEATEN AND THE DAMNED!"
HE SAID:
"WILL YOU, DEFEAT THEM, YOUR DEMONS, AND ALL THE NON BELIEVERS, THE PLANS THAT THEY HAVE MADE. BECASUE 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,
THE ANTHEM WON'T EXPLAIN IT!