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 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 thing 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 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 prophesize   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 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      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 do they care?   They benefit from death and pain and despair