[00:32.00]The wall on which the prophets wrote
[00:39.84]Is cracking at the seams.
[00:47.18]Upon the instruments of death
[00:54.35]The sunlight brightly gleams.
[01:02.08]When every man is torn apart
[01:09.14]With nightmares and with dreams,
[01:16.44]Will no one lay the laurel wreath
[01:23.68]When silence drowns the screams.
[01:31.04]Confusion will be my epitaph.
[01:37.16]As I crawl a cracked and broken path
[01:45.02]If we make it we can all sit back and laugh.
[01:51.72]But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
[01:59.03]Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.
[02:06.13]Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.
[02:31.57]Between the iron gates of fate,
[02:38.50]The seeds of time were sown,
[02:45.27]And watered by the deeds of those
[02:52.42]Who know and who are known;
[02:59.56]Knowledge is a deadly friend
[03:06.05]If no one sets the rules.
[03:13.44]The fate of all mankind I see
[03:19.90]Is in the hands of fools.
[03:27.25]Confusion will be my epitaph.
[03:33.87]As I crawl a cracked and broken path
[03:42.04]If we make it we can all sit back and laugh.
[03:48.68]But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
[03:55.52]Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.
[04:02.36]Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.