The Black Parade

The Black Parade

Verse 1
Spend money with your oppressor
A daily ritual
Hold your hand out for crumbs and be grateful
Adjust your attitude and beliefs to fit the norm
Born without privileges and learning through the storm
Solo and so low in a wicked system
A product of mistakes and trauma
A damaged item

Bridge 1
You're f-ucked up and you don't realize it
Acclimation to dysfunction has been successful
Groomed from conception to engage in destruction
Your output is a manifestation of self-hatred

Verse 2
Golden opportunities evaporating into the air
Assumed connections weakening amid controversy
Self-constraint doesn't exist
When microphones are shoved in your face
Giving away secrets and customs for momentary gain
Forming crucial bonds is undesirable
An island unto yourself
What you dread the most won't cease to be
21st century reality

Bridge 2
You're incomplete in a broken world
A collection of disappointment and depression
A psyche passed through generations
You're unsettled and usually on edge

Verse 3
Fallen from grace and worshipping an external force
Mirrors have been shattered into unrecognizable pieces
Reasoning in short supply
An abundance of emotions
The black parade is always seen but rarely acknowledged

Chorus
You're f-ucked up and you don't realize it
Daring and dangerous
You're incomplete in a broken world
Detached and declining
The black parade - what's constructed and flawed
The black parade - reflections of existence

Written by B. (Wednesday, January 13, 2016)
Copyright 2016

Who said I don't realize it?