i'll leave you

a phantom to lead you in the summer

to join the black parade

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

you will be

the saviour of the broken

the beaten and the damned

sometimes i get the feeling

she's watchin over me

and other times i feel like i should go

and through it all, the rise and fall

the bodies in the street

and when you're gone

we want you all to knoww

we'll carry onnnn

wE'LL CARRYY ONNNNN

and through you're dead and gone believe me

your memory will carry onn

wE'll CARRY onnnnn

and in my heart

i can't contain it

the anthem won't explain it

a world that sends you reeling

from decimated dreams

your misery and hate will kill us all

so paint it black and take it back

let's shout it loud and clear

defiant to the end we hear the call

to carry on

we'll carry onnnn

and though you're dead and gone believe me

your memory will carry on

we'll carry onnnnn

and tho ur broken and defeated

your weary widow marches

on and on we carry thru the fears

dissapointed faces of ur peers