Epitaph Lyrics

Epitaph

[King Crimson, 1969]



The wall on which the prophets wrote

Is
cracking at the seams.

Upon the instruments if 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.



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. 



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.