Your misery and hate will kill us all, So paint it black and take it back

M.C.R <3
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 saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?

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.