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In Keeping Secrets Of Silent Earth: 3

Broad 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 bornMan your own jackhammer, man your battle stations

We'll have you dead pretty soon, and now

Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine to yours

Man your battle stations, we'll have you home pretty soon, and nowAwaking motion, we're curious 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 askCan 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 homeThe pioneers, in dealing with it, they'll march for dawn

For will and worthy

The truth be told, the child was bornMan your own jackhammer, man your battle stations

We'll have you dead pretty soon and now

Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine to yours

Man your battle stations, we'll have you home pretty soon, and nowFor 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 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 giftWill, 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 homeIn 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 fenceWe are, we are, now we're coming home

Man your own jackhammer, man your battle stations

We'll have you dead pretty soon, and now

Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine to yours

Man your battle stations, we'll have you home pretty soon, 'til then

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