aBroad incision sits across the evening
The victim to our fathers 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 the silent secret?
The pioneers,
in dealing with it they march for dawn Of will and worthy
The truth be told the child was born
Man your own jackhammer,
man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon and now...
Sincerely written from my brothers blood machine,
Man your battle stations,
we'll have you home pretty soon and now
A lurking motion with curious to curtain your first move
Oh through arms length they'll break protocol
Childish 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
The pioneers,
in dealing with it they'll march for dawn
For will and worthy
The truth be told the child was born
Man your own jackhammer,
man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon and now
Sincerely written from my brothers blood machine,
Man your battle stations,
we'll have you home pretty soon and now
For you I'd do anything just to make you happy Hear you tell me that your proud of me
For them I'd kill anything, cut the throats of babies For them
break they're hearts 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 bears the gift
The navigator, the pilot, her favorite
The one they call the vision that bears 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,
coming home
In the seventh turning hour,
will the victims shadow fall?
Should the irony grow hungry?
With the victory and all they sought for
We were one upon the fence,
one among the fence
We are, we are, we're coming, coming home
Man your own jackhammer,
man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon now and now
So tell me what for? Why for this bloodless savior? Man your battle stations, we'll have you home pretty soon, till the" />
The victim to our fathers 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 the silent secret?
The pioneers,
in dealing with it they march for dawn Of will and worthy
The truth be told the child was born
Man your own jackhammer,
man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon and now...
Sincerely written from my brothers blood machine,
Man your battle stations,
we'll have you home pretty soon and now
A lurking motion with curious to curtain your first move
Oh through arms length they'll break protocol
Childish 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
The pioneers,
in dealing with it they'll march for dawn
For will and worthy
The truth be told the child was born
Man your own jackhammer,
man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon and now
Sincerely written from my brothers blood machine,
Man your battle stations,
we'll have you home pretty soon and now
For you I'd do anything just to make you happy Hear you tell me that your proud of me
For them I'd kill anything, cut the throats of babies For them
break they're hearts 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 bears the gift
The navigator, the pilot, her favorite
The one they call the vision that bears 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,
coming home
In the seventh turning hour,
will the victims shadow fall?
Should the irony grow hungry?
With the victory and all they sought for
We were one upon the fence,
one among the fence
We are, we are, we're coming, coming home
Man your own jackhammer,
man your battle stations
We'll have you dead pretty soon now and now
So tell me what for? Why for this bloodless savior? Man your battle stations, we'll have you home pretty soon, till the" />