Alice Through the Windshield Glass - A Bullet for Your Black Parade

You're a plague, a plague upon society.
Your black hearts won't ever come to reign.
All I've ever seen them do is cry...

Step right in front of me and see.
Right here. To my face.

Not soon enough the time will come
When we can break up your party
With a bullet for your black parade...

An emocalypse, that's the trick
It's our form of pest control
Our aim in this game is to fuck you up inside
This we declare
You're just a fucking plague...

Once we're through, you won't be scene again
Once we're through, they'll wonder
What the fuck?!?!