The Black Parade
April 10th, 202
When I was, a young boy, my father, took me into the city, to see a marching band *tearful piano flourish* he said son when, you grow up, would you be, the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned *drums and guitar start to pick up* he said will you, defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made *sick ass guitar riffs* because someday I'll leave you, a phantom, to lead you in the summer, to join the black... parade