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Artiste:
Fucked Up
Titre:
The Great Divide
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"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