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, oh   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'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, oh   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...   Night...   Night...   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, oh   Man your battle stations   We'll have you home pretty soon   Till then...