All these [bad word] deep,

And this tree is old,

This [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 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 fathers father father

May have made this [bad word] 
Or was it in HIS blood

This legacy of abuse

We're the children of children

And we're 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 children who cry at night

All these [bad word] deep,

And this tree is old,

This [bad word] 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