The wall on which

the prophets wrote

Is cracking at the seams

Upon the instruments of death

The sunlight brightly gleams

When every man is torn apart

With nightmares

and with dreams

Will no one lay

the laurel wreath

When 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

 

Between the iron

gates of fate

The seeds of time were sown

And watered

by the deeds of those

Who know and who are known

Knowledges are deadly friends

If no one sets the rules

The fate of all mankind I see

Is in the hands of fools

 

The wall on which

the prophets wrote

Is cracking at the seams

Upon the instruments of death

The sunlight brightly gleams

When every man is torn apart

With nightmares

and with dreams

Will no one lay

the laurel wreath

When 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

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