Play God

You were cracking all your fingers
With your eyes fixed to the floor
Sound it echoed down the street
By the monument you hear
Pilot screaming through a megaphone
“Get your hands off the Middle East”
Every word would herd the cynical
Every word would cut your teeth

And he will play God

And he will play God

It′s all the same down in the capital
All the suits in cladded feet
Sewer rats will shower the underground
In a race to make ends meet

And he will play God

And he will play God

Am I mistaken?
Or are we breaking under weight
From the long time
That he played God?

Am I mistaken?
Or are we breaking under weight
From the long time
That he played God?

And he will play God

No matter who you are or where you been
He is watching from the screen
Keeps a keen eye on the in-between
From the people to the Queen

And he will play God

He will play God

Am I mistaken?
Or are we breaking under weight
From the long time
That he played God?

Am I mistaken?
Or are we breaking under weight
From the long time
That he played God?

And he will play God

And he will play God

And he will play God

And he will play God