Verse:
     Em            D
The wall on which the prophets wrote
   Am              B
Is cracking at the seams.
 Em         D
Upon the instruments of death
Am                    B
The sunlight brightly gleams.
Em                D
When every man is torn apart
Am                  B
With nightmares and with dreams,
     Em         D
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
Am                  B
When silence drowns the screams.
 
Chorus:
Em                   Bm
Confusion will be my epitaph.
     Em              Bm
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
      Em                 Bm
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh.
      C                    Bm
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
      C                    Bm
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
      C                    B
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying

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

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