The wall on which
the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments if 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
<Interlude>
Between the iron gates of fate
The seeds of time were sown
As 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
<Interlude>
The wall on which
the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments if 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 sitback 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