Epitaph/ The Court Of The Crimson King
The wall on which the prophets wrote
- 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
- On soft gray mornings widows cry
- The wise men share a joke
- I run to grasp divining signs
- To satisfy the hoax
- The yellow jester does not play
- But gently pulls the strings
- And smiles as the puppets dance
- In the court of the crimson king
Epitaph. the Crimson king
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