In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3 (Live Soundboard Bootleg, Revention Center, Houston, TX 03/17/16)

歌詞

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 Man your battle stations We'll have you home pretty soon And now Awake through motion With 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 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 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 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 your 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 Woah...Woah (15X) Woah... Woah... Woah... Coming... Coming... Tonight... Tonight... 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 Man your battle stations We'll have you home pretty soon Till then...