King Crimson - Epitaph

The w^Emall on which t^Dhe prophets wrote Is ^Amcracking at the ^Bseams. U^Empon the ins^Dtruments of death ^AmThe sunlight brightly ^Bgleams. ^EmWhen every man is ^Dtorn apart ^AmWith nightmares and ^Bwith dreams, Will ^Emno one lay ^Dthe laurel wreath ^AmWhen silence drowns ^Bthe screams.

^EmConfusion will be my ^Bmepitaph. As I ^Emcrawl a cracked ^Bmand broken path If we ^Emmake it we can all ^Bmsit back and laugh.

But I ^Cfear to^Ammorrow I'll be^Bm crying Yes I ^Cfear to^Ammorrow I'll be^Bm crying Yes I ^Cfear tomorrow I'll be^B crying

Be^Emtween the iro^Dn gates of fate, ^AmThe seeds of time w^Bere sown, And ^Emwatered by th^De deeds of those Who ^Amknow and wh^Bo are known; ^EmKnowledge is a^D deadly friend If ^Amno one sets t^Bhe rules. The ^Emfate of all ma^Dnkind I see Is ^Amin the hands of ^Bfools.

The w^Emall on which t^Dhe prophets wrote Is ^Amcracking at the ^Bseams. U^Empon the ins^Dtruments of death ^AmThe sunlight brightly ^Bgleams. ^EmWhen every man is ^Dtorn apart ^AmWith nightmares and ^Bwith dreams, Will ^Emno one lay ^Dthe laurel wreath ^AmWhen silence drowns ^Bthe screams.

^EmConfusion will be my ^Bmepitaph. As I ^Emcrawl a cracked ^Bmand broken path If we ^Emmake it we can all ^Bmsit back and laugh.

But I ^Cfear to^Ammorrow I'll be^Bm crying Yes I ^Cfear to^Ammorrow I'll be^Bm crying