In Keeping Secrets Of Silent Earth 3

作词:Coheed and Cambria

作曲:Coheed and Cambria

所属专辑:In Keeping Secrets Of Silent Earth: 3

歌词

歌曲名 In Keeping Secrets Of Silent Earth 3

歌手名 Coheed And Cambria

作词:Coheed And Cambria

作曲:Coheed And Cambria

Broad incision sits 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

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 brothers blood machine

Man your battle stations

We'll have you home pretty soon

A lurking motion with curious to curtain your first move

Oh 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'll 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 brothers blood machine

Man your battle stations

We'll have you home pretty soon

For you I'd do anything

Just to make you happy hear you tell me that your proud of me

For them I'd kill anything cut the throats of babies

For them break they're 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

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

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

Now we're coming home

Man your own jackhammer

Man your battle stations

We'll have you dead pretty soon now

So tell me what for

Why for this bloodless savior

Man your battle stations

We'll have you home pretty soon

Till then

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