"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 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

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 to the songs