In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3 - Coheed and Cambria

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...