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‡ See the black flags raised in the sky See the marchers marching, their will to do or die Behind them, all friends and relations cry. All with one question on their lips, Why? Their direction is leading toward the hospital bed For that is where the young Patient lays his head Accompanied by a marching band, they walk with him hand in hand To the world where the corpses of ages lay Where the moon shines bright and it is never day They take him past the souls lost in war. He sees the lovers who once stood waiting by the shore They pass the House of Wolves,the palace of sin Where inside men and women are satisfied by their every whim The end of the march is near The Patient looks up to the sky without fear He knows what must be done And now he slowly ascends, accompanied by the steady beat of the drums Marching in this determined band, history shall be made When they come for you, be not afraid Take my hand And join The Black Parade.
''IF SOMEONE KILL YOU TOMORROW, I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO GO TO YOUR FUNERAL, BECAUSE I WOULD BE IN JAIL FOR KILLING THE MOTHERFUCKER THAT KILLED YOU.''