Testo The Great Divide

"Out damned spot! Out I say"
Overseeing the damage we create
Stuck the knife to the hilt
Now I'm the one who bears the guilt
Just a bard in (??) dress
Sing the songs, life's a mess

A fib(??) every time I say I'm free
War is over, battle's done
We're brokenhearted, and evil won(??)
Lick our wounds to satiate
An overwhelming urge to retaliate
Heads down, hides the shame
Of a reluctant agent of change
We'll carry that 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 downing in the glut
Are our dreams worth any more
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 to 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 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 should I feel conflicted?
Why should I be any different?
This 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