What Was Said Lyrics

Casting vengeful stones at demons made of straw

From looking-glass houses with cracks in the walls

Strengthened by those who have paved the way

With the best of intent; well you know what they say

To extol what's in your heart

Is a waste of precious breath

No one knows just who you are

But we all know what was said

Open up and let it in

Lest you become one of them

Blow it up and start again

Lest you become one of them

Our misdeeds need not live forever

But they will survive in darkness

If we pretend they never existed

Or convince ourselves that their true nature was different

We force them to follow us no matter what we want

Or, if we're who we say we are,

We can hunt our flawed beliefs and kill them

Our misdeeds need not live forever

Casting long shadows all over the land

The looking-glass castles must crumble to sand

Demolish with courage, abandoning pride

Surrender with grace, and stand in the light

Avert your gaze and condemnation from the monstrous

The demonstrative, evil clans that we write off before we ride off into the sunset

The hurt they exert is a filthy iceberg and there's so much dirt under the surface

And we're living in it

And we'd be livid if we could see it in ourselves

But we're too scared to look or to listen or to fix it

'Cause we lay the blame on the hateful, but we do the same without calling names

We just can't admit it

Open up and let it in

Lest you become one of them

Blow it up and start again

Lest you become one of them

"My intent is irrelevant. I didn't mean to do harm, but I did harm

And I never would have known I did harm

If people had not spoken up and held me accountable for it

And the result of that is I've learned a lesson"

Blow it up and start again

Our world makes us to walk as giant beasts

Destined to trample the delicate underfoot

And unable to reckon with the damage we leave behind

Desperate to be pure, we scramble to deflect, to redirect

Deny, justify, perform, to evoke pity

We reject those that would draw attention to our clumsy footsteps

We may belittle them, smear them, make them into an other

These reactions are nothing more than hubris and shame, and we need neither

We have not scarred the land

We can forge a sure-footed path before us

And leave a trail of saplings in our wake