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?

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,

Will The Victims Shadow Fall?

Should The Irony