DISCLAIMER: I dont own the song or the characters
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
to see a marching band
I still think about him, my dad I mean, he used to take me on walks along the small lake by our house.
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
He used to talk about how Joe had him join the Circle with him, Joe, Matt, and my dad wanted to take it down.
Because one day
I'll leave you
A PHANTOM
To lead you in the summer
To join The Black Parade
But then he left. I know something happened to him, he wouldn't leave me. He loved, no loves me. I had to complete his plan.
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?
Yes. I had to take the Black Parade to finish the Circle.
Sometimes I get the feeling
She's watching over me
I sat at the long table across from my mom at the Circle's dining room.
And other times I feel like I should go
I wanted to go, tell the others about my plan.
And through it all
The rise and fall
The bodies in the streets
I wondered what my father would think. What he would do, if he was still here. Seeing me witness countless bodies in the street, knowing I've watched countless murders.
And when you're gone we want you all to know
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
But he would know, I can carry on. Even though there is a part of me that hopes he's alive, its more logical that he is dead. Even if he is. He's memory is still in me.
And in my heart I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it
His memory is what I have, his memory is what is motivating me to do this. Not anything else.
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
Let's shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end we hear the call
I walked up and down of numerous spies and assasians that I had gathered. The Black Parade.
I walked explaining every single detail of the plan. "And you are not to be quiet!" I yelled, one the spies raised there hands. "But that's just stupid! We would die!" I shook my head in disgust. "Then let us die! Let us die fighting for something right! Let us die with pride! If you think otherwise, I advise you to leave, NOW!"
To carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're 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
I sat at my desk in distress. I looked at the picture of my father on my desk. "Help me." I whispered softly to his picture. The memorys we shared have helped me a lot lately. But his "weary widow" still marches. But soon that will change.
On and on we carry through the fears
Disappointed faces of your peers
Take a look at me
'Cause I could not care at
All
The Black Parade was going through drills, some spies overcoming fears. Some looking disappointed at the lack of quality of the others. Grant walked up to me. "Dude, what if we die?" I took a step closer to him. "See this face?" I paused for an answer. He nodded. "Does it look like it cares?"
Do or die
You'll never make me
Because the world
Will never take my heart
Go and try
You'll never break me
We want it all
We wanna play this part
It was the night. Jonas and Liz hacked the secruity system and before we went in, I looked towards the group of spies. "Do or die!" I yell and we run in. They obviously weren't expecting a rowdy ambush. Which was what I was going for, doing the unexpected. One came up from behind me and I threw him over my shoulder, and knocked him unconcious. Two big men came and took my arms. "Oh poor poor Zachy, mommy won't let you survive." One of them said, I turned towards him and spat in his eye. "You'll never break me asshole!"
I won't explain
Or say I'm sorry
My mother circled me. She had the goons tie me in a chair. "Say it all ready!" She yelled, inches away from my face. "Say what?" I asked. "Say your sorry for the mess you made Zachary!" I threw my head back and laughed. She slapped me. "Why are you laughing you idiot?" she asked fiercely. "I won't say I'm sorry." I sneered. She slapped me again. "EXPLAIN YOUR ACTIONS YOU INCONSITERATE FOOL!" She yelled. Mother always had a short temper. "You won't EVER get an explaintion."
I'm unashamed
I'm gonna show my scar
Give a cheer
For all the broken
Listen here
Because it's who we are
She grabbed an knife and drew a line from my wrist to my shoulder. "What are you going to do when people ask you where you got this?" she asked, laughing dryly. "I'm going to say I got it from fighting for what's right!" I said, smirking. I heard a cheers from outside, I had instructed The Black Parade to do so if they had seen I had disappearded. Every cheer means they had defeated another person.
I'm just a man
I'm not a hero
Just a boy
Who had to sing this song
I'm just a man
I'm not a hero
I
Don't
Care!
2 hours later I was bloody from the beating. The fight was still going on. "Okay Zachary, I think you've played hero enough for today, tell you friends to go home. Mommy has work to do." My mother said, obviously tired from this. "I'm not a hero. I'm just a boy who had to..." I trail off. Images of my father come in mind. "Who had to...?" My mother prompted. "Who had to finish his father's work." My mother laughed again. "Your father's dead Zachary. He's been dead. He's never coming back." "I DON'T CARE!" I screamed and ripped the ropes off.
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're 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
I pinned my mother against a wall. "I'll carry on, he may be dead, but he's still here. His memory is still here! You, when you die, when your orginazation dies, no one, believe me no one! Will rememeber you! No one!" I yell in her face and she looks defeated, broken. She starts walking towards me. "Zach, sweetheart, I'm-I'm sorry!" she says. But I don't wait to hear it. I'm already out helping the others.
WE'LL CARRY ON.
3 months later
If anyone is to go to any of the Circle Of Cavern locations there all ghost towns. They all have broken glass, and blood on the floors. And on all of them, it says "THE BLACK PARADE" and underneath. "WE'LL CARRY ON." I and only I will know the true meaning of it.
AN: I know, I've been working on more Songfics than it's just I've been listening to music more than before and it just gives me ideas. My chemical romance is one of my favorite band and this is one of my favorite songs of them. i advise you to listen to it! its realllllyyyyy gooooooddddd:)
anyway, i'm sorry if there is any grammer mistakes, i just sorta scanned it...
review?