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.
He said - Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non-believers, the plans that they have made,
because one day, I´ll leave you, a phantom, to lead you in the summer, to join the black parade.
Fotos: Dorothea Lange