Epitaph (Live, Fillmore West, Dec. 15, 1969)

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
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
If no one sets the rules

The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man it 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
Yes and 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...

Thank you
Thank you very much, indeed
Thank you, thank you



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Fripp, Peter John Sinfield, Greg Lake, Ian Mcdonald, Michael Rex Giles
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