Lyrics:

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 there 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?
Children of children
We're handing down their pain
The root of all evil
Is there 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
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?

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