Epitaph

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
Where silence drowns the screams?

Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl the cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.

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

Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind, I see
Is in the hands of fools.

Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl the cracked and broken path
When we make it we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear tomorrow we'll be crying.


~King Crimson