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 saviour 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 saviour 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.. When 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 your dead and gone believe me. Your memory will carry on. We'll carry on. And in my heart I cant contain it. The anthem wont 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. Lets shout it loud and clear. Defiant to the end. We hear the call. To carry on. We'll carry on. And though your 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. And on we carry through the fears. Ooh oh ohhhh. Disapointed faces of your peers. Ooh oh ohhhh. 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. You want it all we want to play this part. 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. Just a man I'm not a hero. I -- don't -- care. We'll Carry on. We'll carry on. And though your 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. You want it all I'm gonna play this part (x2). (We'll carry on (x6)