emerson, lake & palmer
tarkus [i. eruption, ii. stones of years' iii. iconoclast, iv. mass, v.
The wall On which the prophets wrote Is cracking  At the seams  Upon the  Instrument's object The sunlight  Brightly gleams  Where 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 This 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  Instrument's object The sunlight  Brightly gleams  Where 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 This 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  Crying Crying  Yes I fear tomorrow  I'll be crying Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying  Crying