In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3

A 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

And now

Sincerely written

From my brother's blood machine to yours

Man your battle stations

We'll have you home pretty soon

And now

Awake through motion

With curiosity 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

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 brother's blood machine to yours

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 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 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 the victory and all they sought for?

We were one among 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

And now

Sincerely written

From my brother's blood machine to yours

Man your battle stations

We'll have you home pretty soon

Tonight