Lyrics:

a broad incision sits across the evening

the victim to 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



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



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



in the seventh turning hour

should the victims shadow fall

will the irony grow hungry?

with victory and all they sought for

we were one among the fence

one among the fence