painted faces
scarred skin
weary arms and quivering legs
you asked for an army
and this is what you got
walking corpses with empty eyes
that you'll scoop out with plastic spoons
singing the songs of our breathren
in abused voices and sore throats
selling our bodies for boys in other countries
doing it all in the name of love
congratulations
you created us
now let us welcome you
to our black parade