1. WELCOME HOME

You could've been all I wanted
But you weren't honest
Now get in the ground
You choked off the surest of favors
But if you really loved me
You would've endured my world

Well if you're just as I presumed
A whore in sheep's clothing
Fucking up all I do
And if so here we stop
Then never again
Will you see this in your life

Hang on to the glory at my right hand
Here laid to rest is our love ever longed
With truth on the shores of compassion
You seem to take premise to all of these songs

You stormed off to scar the armada
Like Jesus played martyr,
I'll drill through your hands
The stone for the curse you have blamed me
With love and devotion, I'll die as you sleep
But if you could just write me out
To neverless wonder... happy will I become
Be true that this is no option,
So with sin I condemn you
Demon play, demon out!

Hang on to the glory at my right hand
Here laid to rest is our love ever longed
With truth on the shores of compassion
You seem to take premise to all of these songs

One last kiss for you
One more wish to you
Please make up your mind girl...
I'd do anything for you
One last kiss for you
One more wish to you
Please make up your mind girl...
Before I hope you die


2. BLOOD RED SUMMER

Faint white figures paint my sleep
Please don't tell my secrets keep them hidden
(You got it, you got it, you got it)
If the words that matter reach your face from floor
Will you be wondering if,
Or (do I need what is given or honest)
Does it cost me scarring if the words stay true
Even number your nephew
(I don't want it, don't want it, don't want it anymore)

[Chorus]
And when the answer that you want
Is in the question that you state
Come what may
Come what may
(x2)

In a pain that buckles out your knees
Could you stop this if I plead
(You got it, you got it, you got it)
So destined I am to walk among the dark
A child in keeping secrets from
(Will they know what I've done in the after)
In the sought for matter when the words blame you
In a blood red summer I'll give you
(I don't want it, don't want it, don't want it)

[Chorus]

What did I do to deserve
What did I do to deserve
This? this?
(x2)

Wa oh wa ooooh
Wa oh oh oh woah

What did I do to deserve
What did I do to deserve
This? this?
(x3)

What did I do to deserve
What did I do


3. IN KEEPING SECRET OF SILENT EART: 3

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

[Chorus]
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
And now
Sincerely written from my brother's blood machine
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

[Chorus]

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
(x2)

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 grow hungry?
With the victory and all they sought for
We were one among the fence
One among the fence

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
Man your battle stations
We'll have you home pretty soon
'Til then...


4. THE WILLING WELL IV: THE FINAL CUT

In the final curtain call
You left me here with the coldest of feelings
Weight, kind, depression
Blessing the floor with the places you've stepped in

Will they ever measure up
To the way you left me?
Here by the roadside
The bloodiest cadaver
Marked in your words:
I'm the joke,
I'm the bastard

Here wait, so I guess that you knew
That you're a selfish little whore
I'm the selfish little whore
If I had my way I'd crush your face in the door

This is no beginning, yeah yeah
This is the final cut, open up
This is no beginning, yeah yeah
This is the final cut, I'm in love