킹크림슨
The wall on which
The Prophets wrote
It's cracking
at the seams
Up on the
instruments of death
The sun light
Brightly gleams
When every man
is torn apart
With night mares
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
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
if no one
sets the role
The fate
of all man kind
I.. see Is In
The hands of fool
The wall on which
The prophets wrote
Is cracking
at the seams
Up on the
Instruments of death
The sunlight
brightly gleams
When every man
is torn a.. part
with night mare
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
Cry..ing