the_squishy

oh why do i force myself to stay up? is my life really that menial? aww fuck

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 ther 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

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 favourite
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 wiill for you my love I would kill him

In the seventh turning hour
Should the victims shadow fall
Will the irony grow hungry?
With the victory and all thery sought for
We were one among the fence
One among the fence