Break Bread

(альбом: Worhead - 2017)

There's a man dressed in green
I think he's an angel
I think he's an angel
He fights things he can't see
I feel his frustrations
I feel his frustrations

He crawls upstairs and he'll weep for a week
I close the doors but I still hear the shrieks
He's like a fallen woven piece of art
Keep all the windows shut and under lock and key
Get down the Catterick Barracks and hope when you're on your knees
Pressure on shoulders that just cannot cope

So break bread with me
You my family
Back in the room we started
Breathe in the pure simplicity
Break bread with them
Bury the memories of those departed
Breathe in, pure simplicity

When the Mosque stops
The Church rots
The Synagogue doors have all been locked
But still the world turns
When the oil dries
The waves rise
The penitent bombs all drop in time
But still the world turns

So break bread with me
You my family
(Back in the room we started)
Breathe in the pure simplicity
(Back in the room we started)
Break bread with them
(Back in the room we started)
Break bread with me
You my family
You're back in the room we started

When the Mosque stops
The Church rots
The Synagogue doors have all been locked
But still the world turns

So break bread with me
You my family
(But still the world turns)
Break bread with me
You my family
(But still the world turns)
Break bread with them
(But still the world turns)
Break bread with me
You my family
(But still the world turns)

There's a man dressed in green
I think he's an angel
I think he's an angel
He fights things he can't see
I feel his frustrations
I feel his frustrations