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 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 truth 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 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