Lyrics:

Tell you a thing

That you ought to know

Two minutes of your time

Then on you go



Tell tale of the men

All dressed in black

That most of them

Not coming back



Sent off to the 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 the answer



I can't begin to understand in all the lies

But on your death bed I can see it in you 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 prophesise

Unaware of the consequence

Not aware of the secrets that you kept



Nothing that we could believe

To reveal the façade 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 you cover plan was to deceive

Can it 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 know... will leave



SOLO



We seem destinated 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