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 know 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! 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 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 makse 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 if the secrets that you kept.... nothing that we could believe to reveal facade of faceless man. 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!
Let 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, give 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 ssay 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 shake of their hands! But anger and loathing is rife, the death on all side is becoming a way of life! We live in an uncerain world, fear understanding and ingorance 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 the death and pain and despair.....
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