Epitath
Ton : BEnglish
Couplet
EmThe wall on which the Dprophets wrote
Is Amcracking at the Bseams.
EmUpon the insDtruments of death
AmThe sunlight brightly Bgleams.
EmWhen every man is Dtorn apart
AmWith nightmares and with Bdreams,
Will Emno one lay the Dlaurel wreath
When Amsilence drowns the Bscreams.
Refrain
EmConfusion will be my Bmepitaph.
As I Emcrawl a cracked and Bmbroken path
If we Emmake it we can all sit Bmback and laugh.
But I Cfear tomorrow I'll be Bmcrying
Yes I Cfear tomorrow I'll be Bmcrying
Yes I Cfear tomorrow I'll be Bcrying
Couplet
EmBetween the iron Dgates of fate,
The Amseeds of time were Bsown,
And Emwatered by the Ddeeds of those
Who Amknow and Bwho are known;
EmKnowledge is a Ddeadly friend
If Amno one sets Bthe rules.
The Emfate of all Dmankind I see
Is Amin the hands of B B7fools.
Instrumental
Couplet
The Emwall on which Dthe prophets wrote
Is Amcracking at the Bseams.
EmUpon the Dinstruments of death
AmThe sunlight brightly Bgleams.
EmWhen every man is Dtorn apart
AmWith nightmares and Bwith dreams,
Will Emno one lay Dthe laurel wreath
AmWhen silence drowns Bthe screams.
Refrain
EmConfusion will be my Bmepitaph.
As I Emcrawl a cracked Bmand broken path
If we Emmake it we can all Bmsit back and laugh.
But I Cfear tomorrow I'll be Bmcrying
Yes I Cfear tomorrow I'll be Bmcrying