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 bloods not sweet,
And I cry, "My soul is sick"

we're the childern of childern
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 childern who cry at night

the fathers father father
may have made this truth
or was it in HIS blood
this legacy of abuse

we're the childern of childern
and wer'e handing down there 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 childern 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 childern 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 childern who cry at night