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 apartWith nightmares and with dreamsWill no one lay the laurel wreathWhen silence drowns the screams
Confusion will be my epitaphAs I crawl a cracked and broken pathIf we make it, we can all sit back and laughBut I fear tomorrow I'll be cryingYes, I fear tomorrow I'll be cryingYes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Between the iron gates of fateThe seeds of time were sownAnd watered by the deeds of thoseWho know and who are known
Knowledge is a deadly friendIf no one sets the rulesThe fate of all mankind, I seeIs in the hands of fools
The wall on which the prophets wroteIs cracking at the seamsUpon the instruments of deathThe sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apartWith nightmares and with dreamsWill no one lay the laurel wreathWhen silence drowns the screams?
Confusion will be my epitaphAs I crawl a cracked and broken pathIf we make it, we can all sit back and laughBut I fear tomorrow I'll be cryingYes, I fear tomorrow I'll be cryingYes, I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
CryingCrying
Yes, I fear tomorrow I'll be cryingYes, I fear tomorrow I'll be cryingYes, I fear tomorrow I'll be cryingCrying
*Penulis lagu: Michael Giles, Greg Lake, Ian McDonald, Robert Fripp, dan Peter Sinfield
Album: In the Court of the Crimson KingRilis: 10 Oktober 1969
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