Im just a young boy, who his father once took into the city to see a marching band. He told me: son, when you grow up, would you be the saviour of the broken, beaten and the damned? He said: will you defeat them? Your demons, and all the nonbelievers, the plans that they have made. Because one day he'll leave me a phantom to lead me through the summer and join the black parade
Story by AlexoWillFightU
T H R E E A M C R A C K T H O U...
Whatever bullshit I happen to think of at the most random times
