Em                    D                 Am              B+  B
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 as silence drowns the screams


Em                      Bm
Confusion will be my epitaph 

As I walk a cracked and broken path               C                      Bm
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh but I fear tomorrow I'll be crying


Em                    D                 Am              B+  B
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  


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Em                      Bm
Confusion will be my epitaph 

As I walk a cracked and broken path
               C                      Bm
If we make it we can all sit back and laugh but I fear tomorrow I'll be crying