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 As 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
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 As 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