Punches, Kicks, Trenches and Swords

Offed by just the man he used to know Many years be four and twenty and vertigo Scarlet billows he Breaths a sigh of The relief of a killers And keeps his eyes up ahead So tip your hat to the gentlemen 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 up You fool yourself but you no fool us First one to be shot Is the last to know And the garden the grows apart Is it's only soul And the line 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