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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;

Knowledge is a deadly friend

 If no one sets the rules.

 The fate of all mankind I see

 Is in the hands of fools.

(instrumental part)

 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

Repeat the chords of the chorus 'til the end.

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