Their words whisper lightly into newborn virgin ears:
"Our [bad word] is the [bad word]  Seek no solace in finding roots."

But the shadows have foes
And like weeds we will grow, like weeds we will grow

Now there's a war being waged
It's our words we must face
As our lives unfold
And convictions are old
The real [bad word] is told
And like weeds we will grow.