The legacy

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 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 prophesise Unaware of the consequence Not aware of the secrets that you kept Nothing that we could believe To reveal the fa