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 born 



Man your own jackhammer 

Man your battle stations 

We'll have you dead pretty soon 

Sincerely written from my brothers blood machine 

Man your battle stations 

We'll have you home pretty soon 



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 

Sincerely written from my brothers blood machine 

Man your battle stations 

We'll have you home pretty soon 



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... 

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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 we're coming home... 

Man your own jackhammer 

Man your battle stations 

We'll have you dead pretty soon now... 

So tell me what for? 

Why for this bloodless savior? 

Man your battle stations 

We'll have you home pretty soon 

Till then...