When I was a young girl
My father, took me into the city,
To see a marching band.
He said, "Girl, when you grow up,
Would you be the savior 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?"
"Because one day I'll leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the Black Parade."
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 in my heart I can't contain it,
The anthem wont explain it.
Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me;
And other times I feel like I should go.
And through it all, the rise and fall,
The bodies in the street,
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;
And though you're broken and defeated,
Your weary widow marches on.
Do or die? You'll never make me,
Cause the world will never take my heart.
Go and try, you'll never break me,
We want it all, we wanna play this part.