"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."
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 on And though you're dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches
