Out damned spot Out I say, overseeing the damage we create
Stuck the knife to the hilt
Now I'm the one who bares the guilt
Just a bard in hero's dress
Sing the songs, life's a mess
A fib everytime I say I'm free
War is over, battle's done
We're brokenhearted and evil won
Lick our wound to satiate
An overwhelming urge to retaliate
Heads down, hides the shame
Of a reluctant agent of change
We'll carry the burden for eternity
With ashen faces and extended fingers
We point the blame for what's been done
But with mouths agape we find a way to sing along
With reddened faces and pointed fingers
We express disdain at what's been done
Yet we all know the words to sing along to the songs
The better days that we extol
Were wasted away by youthful fools
We ushered in all that corrupts
Now we're drowning in the glut
Are or dreams worth anymore than the ones that came before
Why can't we accept the responsibility
With ashen faces and extended fingers
We point the blame for what's been done
But with mouth agapes we find a way to sing along
With reddened faces and pointed fingers
We express disdain at what's been done
Yet we all know the words to sing along the songs
For a second I figured it out, but it fell apart
For a second I thought it out, but it fell apart
For a second that it all made sense, but it fell apart
For a second I made peace with it, but it fell apart
Why should I be any special
Why shouldn't I feel conflicted
Why should I be any different
This after all is what we inflicted
With ashen faces and extended fingers
We point the blame for what's been done
But with mouths agape we find a way to sing along
With reddened faces and pointed fingers
We express disdain at what's been done
Yet we all know the words to sing along the songs