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?
As I look back, it looks me in the face
Nothing but the same old story
Once 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
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
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)
(I know where you go, where've you've been)

Your silence, My silence
Your silence, My silence
Your silence, My silence
Your silence, My silence

Your silence! My silence!
Your silence! My silence!
Your silence! My silence!
Your silence! My silence!

Your silence!
Your silence!

Our legacy is a lesson in waste
As I look back it looks me in the face
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