Anthem of the Disenchanted

In the shadows of the night, I hear the echoes of our plight A symphony of dreams that's torn apart In the cadence of your sighs, I find a truth that never lies It's a serenade, a dark and twisted art Oh, we dance in this masquerade, where the lights begin to fade And the stars, they whisper secrets from afar In the silence of the room, I can feel the impending doom Like a ghostly parade, we march under the scars This is the anthem of our broken souls, in the rhythm of a bad romance We're the children of a lesser known, marching to the beat of the Black Parade In the echoes of the heart, we find a place to start A melody of the damned and the disenchance With every beat, I feel the heat of a love that's bittersweet A crescendo rising from the depths below In the mirror of your eyes, I see the end of all disguise It's a revelation, a beautifully morose tableau And as we rise from the ashes of our past We wear our crowns of thorns, we wear them proud and fast In the echoes of the heart, we'll never be apart We're the outcasts singing loud, singing last This is the anthem of our broken souls, in the rhythm of a bad romance We're the children of a lesser known, marching to the beat of the Black Parade In the echoes of the heart, we find a place to start A melody of the damned and the disenchance