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 dammed

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,