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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Claudio Sanchez
Claudio Sanchez
Guitar
Josh Eppard
Josh Eppard
Drums
Michael Todd
Michael Todd
Bass Guitar
Travis Stever
Travis Stever
Guitar
Two-Tone Tony's Pirate Glee Club
Two-Tone Tony's Pirate Glee Club
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Claudio Sanchez
Claudio Sanchez
Songwriter
Josh Eppard
Josh Eppard
Composer
Michael Todd
Michael Todd
Composer
Travis Stever
Travis Stever
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Birnbaum
Michael Birnbaum
Producer
Chris Bittner
Chris Bittner
Recording Engineer
Justin Meyer
Justin Meyer
Drum Technician
Roger Lian
Roger Lian
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

A broad incision sits across the evening The 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 if 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 And now Sincerely written From my brother's blood machine to yours Man your battle stations We'll have you home pretty soon And now 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 off when you get home The pioneers In dealing with if 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 And now Sincerely written From my brother's blood machine to yours Man your battle stations We'll have you home pretty soon And now For you, I'd do anything just to make you happy Hear you tell me that you're proud of me For them, I'll 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 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 We're 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 Now, we're coming home Man your own jackhammer! Man your battle stations We'll have you dead pretty soon And now Sincerely written From my brother's blood machine to yours Man your battle stations We'll have you home pretty soon Tonight
Writer(s): Michael Todd, Travis Stever, Joshua Eppard, Claudio Sanchez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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