Epitaph

The wall on which the prophets wrote
It cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
the sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
with nightmare and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
as silence drowns the screams
Confusion will be my epitaph
as I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can
all it back and laugh But I fear tomorrow
I'll be crying Yes I fear tomorrow
I'll be crying Yes I fear tomorrow
I'll be crying Between the iron gate
of fate the seeds of time
were sown And watered by
the deeds of those who know
and who are known Knowledge is
a deadly friend when no one
sets the rule The fate of all
mankind I see is in the hands of fool
The wall on which the prophets wrote
It cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
the sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
with nightmare and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
as silence drowns the screams
Confusion will be my epitaph
as I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
crying crying Yes I fear tomorrow
I'll be crying Yes I fear tomorrow
I'll be crying Yes I fear tomorrow
I'll be crying crying crying