whatever's done is done
lost to change, out stare the sun
embrace the blindness yet to come
safe in some knowledge, ripped and torn
that those in power couldn't care less
for the truth, honesty or openness
so you just hurt and take another hit
with no way of expressing it
the poor, the foolish and the brave
watch the concrete poured on every grave
recall the faces but the names are gone
step into shadows everyone
clear as blood, too thin to run
whatever's done's already done
whatever's done is done