the wall on which the profits spoke
is cracking at the seems

upon the instrumenst of death
the sunlight brightly gleems

where every man is torn apart
with nightmares and with dreams

will no one lay the loral 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 sewn

and watered by the deeds of those
who know and who are known

KNOWLEDGE IS A DEADLY PLAN
IF NO ONE SETS THE RULES

THE FATE OF ALL MANKIND I FEAR
IS IN THE HANDS OF FOOLS

by king crimson
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{we must never forget that power is an illusion}
{bienvenue de domaine des blagueurs}

freaks, wierdos, jazz jaggers,flower childern, lost generation, beatniks, rockers, punks, nerds, hackers, lovers, generation X - whatever the designation, they have always been outlaws in this society who live in the pursuit of autonomy.

At times they are revered for their roles as pioneers, challenging the unknown; other times people consider them lawless desperados and a dangerous presence.

Yet really, it is only their exuberant music and autonomy founded to express oppinions different from those of others that set them apart from the rest of society