There we are, the black parade
A cranking procession of metal and death
Pall bearers, sooth-sayers, we're known
For the parts. Wooing and cooing
emotional hearts

Yet we are masquerading solace finders,
daily grinders.
Hiding inside wreath ridden caskets and
offering baskets

not without reminders,


Don't
Blame
The
Pain
Blame
The
Rain