In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3

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Carve initials here across the evening A victim to our fathers lost war The restless children sit and mourn the graves Of those they've never seen before Should not be buried here among the dead In the silent secret The pioneers, in dealing with it They 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, not now Sincerely written From my brother's blood machine gun Man your battle stations Have you home pretty soon 'til then A lurking motion with curious To curtain your first move 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 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 Sincerely written From my brother's blood machine gun Man your battle stations Have you home pretty soon 'til then 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, I'll kill anything Cut the throats of babies for them Break they're hearts for they were them Waiting, waiting for you to say The navigator, her pilot, the favorite The one they call the vision that bears the gift The navigator, her pilot, the favorite The one they call the vision that bears the gift, gift Will the children really understand The things you did to them? Why, 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 the victory and all they sought for We were one among the fence One among the fence We're, we're Coming, coming Now, now, now we're coming home Man your own jackhammer Man your battle stations You're dead pretty soon, [Incomprehensible] now Sincerely written From my brother's blood machine gun Man your battle stations Have you home pretty soon 'til then