Roof of the World
As I look back my anger turns to rage
These eyes become the windows to a cage
Peace? When has peace had its page?
Nothing but the same old story
As I look back, it looks me in the face
One small step means McDonald's in space
To sleep soundly is to know your place
Nothing but the same old story
Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world
Crashed down on my head and crumbled
Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world
Crashed down on my head and crumbled
As I look back every killer has his day
Little Boy, Fat Man and Enola Gay
In God we trust and bombs away
Nothing but the same old story
As I look back my anger turns to hate
Six million Jews just to test my faith
The voice of reason is a limited trait
Nothing but the same old story
Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world
Crashed down on my head and crumbled
Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world
Crashed down on my head and crumbled
I know where you go
I see what you don't want to see
I go where you go
(My silence, your silence, my silence, your silence, my silence, your silence)
Wherever you go I breathe (my silence, your silence, my silence, your silence, my silence, your silence)
My silence
Your silence
Your silence
As I look back I'm lost I'm not too late
Our legacy is a lesson in waste
Of things to come maybe just a taste
And all for the greater glory
And all for the greater glory
And all for the greater glory
And all for the greater glory
And all for the greater glory
These eyes become the windows to a cage
Peace? When has peace had its page?
Nothing but the same old story
As I look back, it looks me in the face
One small step means McDonald's in space
To sleep soundly is to know your place
Nothing but the same old story
Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world
Crashed down on my head and crumbled
Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world
Crashed down on my head and crumbled
As I look back every killer has his day
Little Boy, Fat Man and Enola Gay
In God we trust and bombs away
Nothing but the same old story
As I look back my anger turns to hate
Six million Jews just to test my faith
The voice of reason is a limited trait
Nothing but the same old story
Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world
Crashed down on my head and crumbled
Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world
Crashed down on my head and crumbled
I know where you go
I see what you don't want to see
I go where you go
(My silence, your silence, my silence, your silence, my silence, your silence)
Wherever you go I breathe (my silence, your silence, my silence, your silence, my silence, your silence)
My silence
Your silence
Your silence
As I look back I'm lost I'm not too late
Our legacy is a lesson in waste
Of things to come maybe just a taste
And all for the greater glory
And all for the greater glory
And all for the greater glory
And all for the greater glory
And all for the greater glory
Credits
Writer(s): Glen Mario Diani, Brian John Barry, Edwin George Deen Stratton, Christian Ignatiou, Massimo Fiocco
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