Broad incision sits 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. 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.... 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 upon 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....