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[fargottenangel]

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
Will you be the savior of the broken?
The beaten and the damned?
Will you defeat them, your demons?
and all the non beleivers and their plans?

Because one day I will leave you a phantom
to lead you in the summer
to join the Black Parade