The root of all evil

All these roots run deep

And this tree is old

But this trunk is rotten

All these leaves have mold

Is it in our blood?

Or is it from abuse?

Past generations

A 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 and we were the culprits

And we were the children who cried out at night

And we are the hunted, and we do the hunting

And we are the children who cried out at night

The father's father's 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 and we were the culprits

And we were the children who cried out at night

And we are the hunted, and we do the hunting

And we are the children who cried out 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 and we were the culprits

And we were the children who cried out at night

And we are the hunted, and we do the hunting

And we are the children who cried out at night

We were the victims and we were the culprits

And we were the children who cried out at night

And we are the hunted, and we do the hunting

And we are the children who cried out at night