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