Que música, que letra. Isso é pura arte, é lindo !! 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 As 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 Ill be crying, Yes I fear tomorrow Ill be crying Yes I fear tomorrow Ill 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 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 Ill be crying, Yes I fear tomorrow Ill be crying
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 00:41:18 +0000
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