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,
You 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."
Black parade - My chemical romance
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