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?      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      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 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