Tell you a thing

 That you ought to know

 Two minutes of your time

 Then on you go



 Tell tale of the man

 All dressed in black

 That most of them

 Not coming back



 Sent off to war

 To play little games

 And on their return

 Can't name no names



 Some strange yellow gas

 Has played with their minds

 Has reddened their eyes

 Removed all the lies



 And strange as it sounds

 Death knows no bounds

 How many get well

 Only time will tell

 Only time will tell



 You lie in your death bed now

 But what did you bring to the table

 Brought us only holy sin

 Utter trust is a deadly thing



 To the prayer of holy peace

 We didn't know what was lying underneath

 So how could we be such fools

 And to think that we thought you knew the answer



 I can't begin to understand in all the lies

 But on your death bed I can see it in your eyes

 Just as clear as all the sweat upon your brow

 It really makes sense I can see it clearly now



 Tangled up in a web of lies

 Could have been a way to prophecies

 Unaware of the consequence

 Not aware of the secrets that you kept



 Nothing that we could believe

 To reveal the facade of faceless men

 Not a thing that we could foresee

 Now a sign that would tell us the outcome



 You had us all strung out with promises of peace

 But all along your cover plan was to deceive

 Can it be put to rights now only time will tell

 Your prophecies will send us all to hell as well



 Left to all our golden sons

 All to pick up on the peace

 You could have given all of them

 A little chance...at least



 Take the world to a better place

 Given them all just a little hope

 Just think what a legacy

 You now...will leave



 We seem destined to live in fear

 And some that would say Armageddon is near

 But where there's a life while there's hope

 That man won't self destruct



 Why can't we treat our fellow men

 With more respect and a shake of their hands

 But anger and loathing is rife

 The death on all sides is becoming a way of life



 We live in an uncertain world

 Fear understanding and ignorance is leading to death

 Only the corpses are left

 For vultures that prey on their bones



 But some are just not wanting peace

 Their whole life is death and misery

 The only thing that they know

 Fight fire with fire life is cheap



 But if they do stop to think

 That man is teetering right on the brink

 But do you think that they care

 They benefit from death and pain and despair