coheed and cambria In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth lyrics

Broad incision sits across the evening
The victim to of all this lost war
The restless children sit and mourn the graves
If those they never seen before.
Will they be buried among the dead
In the silent secret?

The pioneers
Endearing with it they march forgone
A 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, now
Tell me, run from my brothers, from the savior!
Man your battle stations! we'll have you home pretty soon, now

Waking emotion with curious..
Over arms length they'll break protocol
Jealous envy for the youngest one
To be the hero is all I'll ask
Can 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
Endearing with it they march forgone
The 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, now
Tell me, run from my brothers, from the savior!
Man your battle stations! we'll have you home pretty soon, now

For you, I'd do anything,
Just to make you happy, hear you tell me that you're proud of me
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For them, I'll kill anything
Cut the throats of babies for them, break their hearts for they put 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.

Be coming home pretty soon
Coming home

In the seventh turning hour
With the victim's shadow full
Should the irony grow hungry
With the victory and all they sought for

We were one among the fence, one among the fence

Now we'll come back home!

Man your own jackhammer! man your battle stations!
We'll have you dead pretty soon, now
Tell me, run from my brothers, from the savior!
Man your battle stations! we'll have you home pretty soon, till then..