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When your mind is in a Comatose, but your body in a Distubula,
where everyone is standing- up straight,
chanting The New National Anthem, but you'll always be sent to the
Black Parade.
And in this Black Parade,
Will always be A Man Who Can't Be Moved,
but lives in fear, because the generations Teenagers scare the living shit out of him,
even if he'll darken his clothes,
or strike a violent pose,
they'll never leave him alone.
But you can't change it; they were just Born This Way,
and while she'll look so perfect standing there, in her boyfriends American apparel underwear, there will always be those who will feel like a Monster.
There gunna loose control, cause he's something radical... But they must confess...
They
Feel
Like
A
Monster.
For some of them, of whom are just kids, life is a nightmare,
and
they know that it's
not
fair....
And for me, I can sense there's something in the wind, that'll feel like tragedies, at hand....
And somewhere deep,
Inside of my bones,
an emptiness,
began
to
grown.
There's something out there,
Far
From
My
Home,
A longing that....
Iv never....
Known.....