Go on son
join the black parade
march on with your comrads
and fight the fight that must be one.
when i was a young boy
my father took me to see the black parade
and i was in awe of the beauty and darkness.
he looked down,
and said son when you grow up
join the black parade.
i did as my father asked.
i joined the parade and marched on with my comrads
leading the way with my voice
and fighting on with my voice.
we all hear the call
to carry on our duties
and we all do as we are told.
we carry on
march on
fight on
in the black parade.
we love all
hate all
kill all
in the black parade.
we all are a family
we all are one
we all are...the black parade.
 Master of the Pen · Mon Apr 28, 2008 @ 11:53am · 1 Comments |
