The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams Where every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams Will no one lay the lauren wreath As silence drowns the screams
Confusion Will be my epitaph -as I crawled and cracked an open path if we make it, we can all sit back and laugh -but I feel 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 fools