While we may come from different places, andspeak in different tongues...
I think that's a pretty awesome idea actually! I can imagine it really well :] hmmm I'll think of an idea for mama since it's the next single anyways! hm...okay got one! this is gonna be really long so bear with me here!
seeing as The Patient is somehow in every song let's say The Black Parade is showing him all these individuals that are in a war. with each verse you'll see a different guy writing their piece.
The first one tells his mother he is gonna go to hell for killing all these people. Then another one is crying about how he's gonna die. The third one is saying they are liars. The fourth one is blaming himself, saying she should have raised a baby girl, at least a baby girl wouldn't go killing people. He is having to have his leg amputated. The last one reinforces the image that they are going to hell, and he speaks as if he's already there "it's really quite pleasant, except for the smell."
During the chorus, they all cry out together, every single soldier on the battlefield, for the sorrow and the pity of what they are doing to each other.
Then the mother disowns her son for all the bad things he's done. "And just you mind your manners when you go." Then a man speaks to his lover. Her voice is full of sorrow, and the man says that he's done terrible things...and then all the dead men raise up and say "
we're dead after all....
raise up your glasses for tomorrow we die!"
[The band will be in various places on the battlefield rocking out.]
I just imagine the patient seeing all these sad boys writing home to their mothers and their lovers, crying, saying they're going to die soon, and they don't want to. They're going to hell for killing these other boys. Then he sees the big picture, and everyone is singing, in a line with each other, saying they are all brothers in arms, and tomorrow they die. it's showing that they are trapped; no way out. They have to kill each other and they have to die. It's a miserable life, and the patient should be grateful he isn't here, dying on this god-forsaken battlefield.
....woo my fingers are tired XD yeah I know I over think these things haha.
...our hearts beat as one...you're not alone.-Albus Dumbledore
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