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 damned?"
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.
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?"
Sometimes I get the feeling she´s watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go.
And through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
And when you´re gone, we want you all to know.
We´ll 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 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 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 on.
On and on we carry on through the fears.
Dissapointed faces of your peers.
Take a look at me,
´Cause I could not care... at all.
Do or die.
You´ll never make me,
because the world will never take my heart.
Go and try,
you´ll never break me.
We want it all!
We want to play this part.
I won´t explain,
or say I´m sorry.
I´m unashamed.
I´m gonna show my scar.
Give a cheer,
for all the broken.
Listen here,
because it´s who we are.
I´m just a man,
I´m not a hero.
Just a boy,
who had to sing this song.
I´m just a man.
I´m not a hero.
I... don´t... care!
We´ll 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 on.
Do or die.
You´ll never make me,
because the world will never take my heart.
Go and try,
you´ll never break me.
We want it all! (We´ll carry on.)
Do or die.
You´ll never make me,
because the world will never take my heart. (We´ll carry on.)
Go and try, (We´ll carry...)
you´ll never break me.
We want it all! (We´ll carry...)
We want to play this part. (On!)