Epitaph / King Crimson
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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
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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
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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
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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
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