Epitaph

King Crimson

1. 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
   When silence drowns the screams.

R: 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

2. 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;
   If no one sets the rules.
   The fate of all mankind I see
   Is in the hands of fools.

(instrumental part)

3. 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
   When silence drowns the screams.

R: Confusion will be my epitaph...
   
   But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
   Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying