Aku bangun agak siang hari ini sayang,

Masih sempat kupandangi langit hari ini, masih kelabu

Aku memang belum melihat langit disini biru sejak tahun lalu

Hanya asap, angin kering dengan bau menyengat, dan debu

Masih seperti biasanya,

Tanpa pikir panjang kupacu motorku dengan laju

Susuri hiruk pikuk jalanan, yah, sebatas rumah sampai ke kantorku

Tidak ada sawah, tidak ada taman, tidak ada gunung, dan tanpa teman yang menyapaku

Aku masih sendirian sayang,

Berpacu dengan derasnya lalu lintas kawasan industri Jakarta

dan masih seperti biasanya, diselingi kawasan kumuh rumah-rumah, sstt.. katanya sih orang madura

Sainganku di jalanan bukan becak, bukan andong, bukan dokar, bukan sepeda

tapi truk-truk container dan trailer besar gagah yang melesat panjang bak seekor naga

Di bawah Tower-tower angkuh dengan kabel-kabel bertegangan tinggi dipundaknya

Bukan mimpi, tapi inilah adanya kenyataan di depan mata

Bukan harmoni, tapi inilah tembang kehidupan penuh sumbangnya nada

Aku sampai di meja kerjaku sayang, kutulis ini untukmu membuka mata

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said,
“Son when you grow up, will u be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?”
He said
“Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non believers, the plans that they have made?”
Because one day I leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade.”

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said,
“Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?”

Sometimes I get the feeling she’s watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go. Through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
When you’re gone we want you all to know We’ll Carry on,
We’ll Carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
Carry on
We’ll carry on
And in my heart I cant contain it
The anthem wont explain it.

And we will send you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back
Lets shout it loud and clear
Do you fight it to the end
We hear the call to
To carry on
We’ll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
We’ll carry on
And though you’re broken and defeated You’re weary widow marches on

And on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me cause
I could not care at all Do or die
You’ll never make me
Cause the world, will never take my heart
You can try, you’ll never break me
Want it all,
I’m gonna play this part
Wont explain or say i’m sorry
I’m not ashamed,
I’m gonna show my scar
You’re the chair, for all the broken Listen here, because it’s only..
I’m just a man,
I’m not a hero
Just a boy, who’s meant to sing this song
Just a man,
I’m not a hero
I — don’t — care
Carry on
We’ll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
We’ll carry on
And though you’re broken and defeated You’re weary widow marches on
We’ll carry on
We’ll carry on
We’ll carry on
We’ll carry
We’ll carry on