Epitath
Ton : BEnglish
ThEme wall on which theD prophets wrote
Is Amcracking at theB seams.
EmUpon the instDruments of death
AmThe sunlight brightlyB gleams.
EmWhen every man isD torn apart
AmWith nightmares and withB dreams,
Will Emno one lay the Dlaurel wreath
When Amsilence drowns the Bscreams.
EmConfusion will be myBm epitaph.
As I Emcrawl a cracked andBm broken path
If we Emmake it we can all sitBm back and laugh.
But I Cfear tomorrow I'll beBm crying
Yes I Cfear tomorrow I'll beBm crying
Yes I Cfear tomorrow I'll beB crying
BeEmtween the iron Dgates of fate,
The Amseeds of time wereB sown,
And Emwatered by the Ddeeds of those
Who Amknow and wBho are known;
EmKnowledge is a Ddeadly friend
If Amno one sets Bthe rules.
The Emfate of all mDankind I see
Is Amin the hands ofB foolB7s.
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The wEmall on which Dthe prophets wrote
Is Amcracking at theB seams.
EmUpon the iDnstruments of death
AmThe sunlight brightlyB gleams.
EmWhen every man isD torn apart
AmWith nightmares andB with dreams,
Will Emno one layD the laurel wreath
AmWhen silence drownsB the screams.
EmConfusion will be myBm epitaph.
As I Emcrawl a crackedBm and broken path
If we Emmake it we can allBm sit back and laugh.
But I Cfear tomorrow I'll beBm crying
Yes I Cfear tomorrow I'll beBm crying