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Epitaph - King Crimson

The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams
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Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams
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When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams
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Will no one lay the laurel wreath When silence drowns the screams
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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
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Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
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Between the iron gates of fate The seeds of time were sown
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And watered by the deeds of those Who know and who are known
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Knowledges are deadly friends If no one sets the rules
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The fate of all mankind I see Is in the hands of fools
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