Offed by just the man he   Used to know   Many years be four and twenty   And vertigo   Scarlet billows he breathes the sigh of   Relief of a killers   And keeps his eyes up ahead      So tip your hat   To the gentleman   Or at least   Nod your head   For only he, knows what stands in front of   What is   Medicinal at best      'Cause the first one to be shot   Is the last to know   And the garden that grows apart   Is it's only soul   Don't ask me to follow suit   It's just too late now   Our god isn't what you preach      We stand, stand, stand up   You fool yourself but you no fool us      'Cause the first one to be shot    Is the last to know   And the garden that grows apart   Is it's only soul   And the lines that you stand before   Is a line that you alone draw   With the world on the killing floor   Will history not teach us all   That your god isn't, your god isn't   Your god is no different