Coheed And Cambria - In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3 Lyrics

Carve initials here 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
Should not be buried here among the dead
In the silent secret

The pioneers, in dealing with it
They 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, not now

Sincerely written
From my brother's blood machine gun
Man your battle stations
Have you home pretty soon 'til then

A lurking motion with curious
To curtain your first move
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 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 brother's blood machine gun
Man your battle stations
Have you home pretty soon 'til then

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, I'll kill anything
Cut the throats of babies for them
Break they're hearts for they were them
Waiting, waiting for you to say

The navigator, her pilot, the favorite
The one they call the vision that bears the gift
The navigator, her pilot, the favorite
The one they call the vision that bears the gift, gift

Will the children really understand
The things you did to them?
Why, 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

We're, we're
Coming, coming
Now, now, now we're coming home

Man your own jackhammer
Man your battle stations
You're dead pretty soon, [Incomprehensible] now

Sincerely written
From my brother's blood machine gun
Man your battle stations
Have you home pretty soon 'til then