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 if 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 if 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"
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 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
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 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
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 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