All these roots run deep,
and this tree is old,
this trunk is rotten

all these leaves have mold

Is it in our blood?

Or is it from abuse?
Past generations,
Legacy of misuse?


I know my blood runs hot,
And I've seen my blood is thick

I'm told my blood's not sweet,
And I cry, "My soul is sick"


We're the children of children
And we're handing down their pain
The root of all evil

Is the sanity left to gain?

We were the victims, we were the culprits

We were the children who cry at night
We are the hunted, and we do the hurting
We are the children who cry at night


The father's father father
May have made this truth

Or was it in HIS blood
This legacy of abuse


We're the children of children
And we're handing down their pain
The root of all evil

Is the sanity left to gain?

We were the victims, we were the culprits

We were the children who cry at night
We are the hunted, and we do the hurting
We are the children who cry at night


All these roots run deep,
And this tree is old,

This trunk is rotten
All these leaves have mold


Is it in our blood?
Or is it from abuse?
Past generations

Legacy of misuse?

We were the victims, we were the culprits

We were the children who cry at night
We are the hunted, and we do the hurting
We are the children who cry at night


We were the victims, we were the culprits
We were the children who cry at night

We are the hunted, and we do the hurting
We are the children who cry at night