Vision Of Repair

The lights they go down slowly as the cheering voices fade

Bereft of all the guilt in which the victors surely trade

The story's so familiar but the truth we can't ignore

We stomp and stutter madly for the constant guts and gore

We are the audience

We are the trusted fools

We are ambivalent

We are the golden rule

They are entitled

They are ignorant

They are unstoppable

And they are heaven sent

Despair when they declare we have no choice we've got to tear it down

To build it up again

Do you share their vision of repair

And the cynic spits prediction and every holy man has lied

It takes a barely wizened crier to question why we must abide

And the scenery's familiar but they can't admit they're lost

They can't retrace their steps if they've burned every single bridge they've crossed

We are the followers

We are the trusted fuel

They are unstable

And the exception to the rule