The Legacy (2015 Remaster)

Tell you a thing that you oughta know

Two minutes of your time, then on you go

Tell a tale of the men all dressed in black

That most of them, not comin' back

Sent off to the war to play little games

And on their returns, 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 deathbed 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 deathbed, I can see it in your eyes

Just as clear as 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 a 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 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 coulda 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 now, will leave

We seem destined to live in fear

And some that would say Armageddon is near

But where there's a life, well, there's hope

That man won't self destruct

Why can't we treat our fellow man

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