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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