음악세상/네모세상

Epitaph - King Crimson 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 thelaurel 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 tomorro..