I'm here to claim my share of the blame
I can't stand the face that haunts me in the mirror
Every day I take the easy way
And every single day all my crimes are getting clearer
It's plain to see
My hands aren't clean
I've got red on me
I'm buying what they're selling
I'm thriving in their sick society
I'm breaking down
What have I done to me
So will you claim your share of the blame
Will you finally face the truth
Or in your fear
Will you just cling to old trusty beliefs
Maybe if we just pray
All our sins will disappear
They never do
No matter how much you wash
You've got red on you
You're buying what they're selling
You ripped your heart and your mind in two
You're just like them
What have we done to you
Is our first thought
"What can I burn"
Is this destructiveness innate
Or are we taught
Do we learn
Selfishness, fear, greed and hate
I wonder when
Did it begin
An apple offered by a snake
Original sin
But even then
Why were they (we) so eager to take
We're buying what they're selling
We helped construct our f*cked reality
We're paying now
The price is steep
In the land of the free