[00:35.684]The wall on which the prophets wrote，
[00:42.952]Is cracking at the seams.
[00:50.949]Upon the instruments of death，
[00:58.683]The sunlight brightly gleams.
[01:06.683]When every man is torn apart，
[01:14.440]With nightmares and with dreams,
[01:22.189]Will no one lay the laurel wreath，
[01:30.682]When silence drowns the screams.
[01:38.180]Confusion will be my epitaph.
[01:45.687]As I crawl a cracked and broken path，
[01:54.144]If we make it we can all sit back and laugh.
[02:01.402]But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
[02:08.898]Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.
[02:15.391]Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
[02:43.644]Between the iron gates of fate,
[02:51.645]The seeds of time were sown，
[02:59.151]And watered by the deeds of those，
[03:06.153]Who know and who are known；
[03:14.404]Knowledge is a deadly friend，
[03:21.154]If no one sets the rules.
[03:29.903]The fate of all mankind I see，
[03:36.637]Is in the hands of fools.
[05:07.896]The wall on which the prophets wrote，
[05:15.146]Is cracking at the seams.
[05:22.139]Upon the instruments of death，
[05:30.147]The sunlight brightly gleams.
[05:37.604]When every man is torn apart，
[05:44.107]With nightmares and with dreams,
[05:51.601]Will no one lay the laurel wreath，
[05:58.350]When silence drowns the screams.
[06:06.592]Confusion will be my epitaph.
[06:13.849]As I crawl a cracked and broken path
[06:22.105]If we make it we can all sit back and laugh.
[06:29.846]But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
[06:37.347]Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.
[06:44.590]Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying

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 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