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The wall on which the prophets wrote |
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Is cracking at the seams |
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Upon the instruments if death |
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The sunlight brightly gleams |
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When every man is torn apart |
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With nightmares and with dreams |
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Will no one lay the laurel wreath |
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As silence drowns the screams |
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Between the iron gates of fate |
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The seeds of time were sown |
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And watered by the deeds of those |
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Who know and who are known |
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Knowledge is a deadly friend |
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When no one sets the rules |
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The fate of all mankind I see |
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Is in the hands of fools |
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Confusion will be my epitaph |
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As I crawl a cracked and broken path |
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If we make it we can all sit back and laugh |
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But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying |
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Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying |
