A broad incision sits across the evening
The victim to our father's lost war
The restless children sit and mourn the graves
of those they've never seen before
Will they be buried here among the dead?
In silent secret
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The pioneers
in dealing with it they march for dawn... from will and worthy
The truth be told the child was born...
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Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon, now...
Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine
Man your battle stations
We'll have you home pretty soon, now...
Awake through motion
with curiousity to curtain your first move
Over arms length they'll break protocol
Jealous envy for the youngest one
To be the hero is all I'll ask
Can I be buried here among the dead,
with room to honor me here in the end?
You'll be better off too soon
You'll be better off when you get home
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For you I'd do anything
Just to make you happy, hear you tell me that you're proud of me
For them I'll kill anything
Cut the throats of babies for them, break their hears for they were them
Waiting for you to say... "I love you too"
The navigator, the pilot, her favorite
The one they call the vision that bares the gift
The navigator, the pilot, her favorite
The one they call the vision that bares the gift
Will, do the children really understand
the things you did to them?
And why, oh why...
Should they conjure up the will
For you my love I would kill him
We're coming home pretty soon...
We're coming home...
In the seventh turning hour
Will the victims shadow fall
Should the irony grow hungry
With victory and all they sought for
We were one upon the fence
One among the fence
Now we're coming home...
Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon, now...
Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine
Man your battle stations
We'll have you home pretty soon
Till then...