Coheed And Cambria - In keeping secrets of the silent earth - 3 Lyrics
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- In keeping secrets of the silent earth - 3 Lyrics
Album: A broad incision sits across the evening The victim of our father’s 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 brother’s blood machine Man your own battle station We’ll have you home pretty soon Awake through motion With curiosity 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 of 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 Sincerely written from my brother’s blood machine Man your own battle station We’ll have you home pretty soon For you, I’d do anything just to make you happy, Hear you tell me that you’re proud of me For them, I’d 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 bares the gift The navigator The pilot Her favorite The one they call the vision that bares 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 Should the victims’ shadow fall Will the irony grow hungry? With victory and all sought for We were one among the fence One among the fence Man your own jackhammer Man your battle stations We’ll have you dead pretty soon Sincerely written from my brother’s blood machine Man your own battle station We’ll have you home pretty soon Till then…
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