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 d*mned?" 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."
Love love love this song. That is all.
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