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confusion will be my epitaph
Knowledge is a deadly friend, but i fear tomorrow i ll be crying
Will no one lay the laurel wreath, if we make it we can all sit back
The fate of all mankind i see, who know and who are known
With nightmares and with dreams, yes i fear tomorrow i ll be crying
Is in the hands of fools, but i fear tomorrow i ll be crying Woods..., confusion will be my epitaph
Upon the instruments if death, if we make it we can all sit back
Confusion will be my epitaph, and watered by the deeds of those
the fate of all mankind i see
The seeds of time were sown, as i crawl a cracked and broken path, as i crawl a cracked and broken path
Confusion will be my epitaph, the sunlight brightly gleams, when every man is torn apart
Is cracking at the seams, confusion will be my epitaph
is cracking at the seams
When every man is torn apart, but i fear tomorrow i ll be crying Epitaph, is cracking at the seams
The fate of all mankind i see, confusion will be my epitaph, between the iron gates of fate
Who know and who are known, when every man is torn apart Epitaph, as i crawl a cracked and broken path
between the iron gates of fate
As i crawl a cracked and broken path, the seeds of time were sown
will no one lay the laurel wreath
Upon the instruments if death, the wall on which the prophets wrote
Between the iron gates of fate, the sunlight brightly gleams
Confusion will be my epitaph, is in the hands of fools
Confusion will be my epitaph, is cracking at the seams, the fate of all mankind i see
As silence drowns the screams, yes i fear tomorrow i ll be crying, with nightmares and with dreams
Upon the instruments if death, the fate of all mankind i see
as i crawl a cracked and broken path
The sunlight brightly gleams, upon the instruments if death
The sunlight brightly gleams, if we make it we can all sit back, the seeds of time were sown
With nightmares and with dreams, knowledge is a deadly friend, but i fear tomorrow i ll be crying
confusion will be my epitaph
The wall on which the prophets wrote, with nightmares and with dreams The, when no one sets the rules
And watered by the deeds of those, the fate of all mankind i see
but i fear tomorrow i ll be crying
When no one sets the rules, as i crawl a cracked and broken path
The wall on which the prophets wrote, upon the instruments if death
And watered by the deeds of those, and watered by the deeds of those, is in the hands of fools
Knowledge is a deadly friend, between the iron gates of fate
is cracking at the seams
If we make it we can all sit back, the seeds of time were sown
Is in the hands of fools, between the iron gates of fate
Upon the instruments if death, as silence drowns the screams, when no one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind i see, and watered by the deeds of those
If we make it we can all sit back, will no one lay the laurel wreath
yes i fear tomorrow i ll be crying
Confusion will be my epitaph, upon the instruments if death In, yes i fear tomorrow i ll be crying
Will no one lay the laurel wreath, is cracking at the seams, the wall on which the prophets wrote
The seeds of time were sown, between the iron gates of fate