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Bitter fruit hangs under the care of the skeleton tree |
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Its roots rest above the settling dust |
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Which will rise and fall, only this time will not return |
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Bitter fruit dead weight, this world must change |
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The name on your grave, was it born of you? |
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Handcuffed, held down by an iron tattoo, |
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Burning a cross in honour of you, |
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Blood stained tears run acid yellow |
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In the shade of the skeleton tree |
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Bloodshot eyes blind a motherless child, more dead than alive |
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Left drowning for breath, silent screams fill the air |
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With mercy on your lips, death became an angel in your grace |
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Bitter fruit dead weight, this world must change |
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Bitter fruit dead weight, this world must change |
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The name on your grave, was it born of you? |
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Handcuffed, held down by an iron tattoo, |
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Burning a cross in honour of you, |
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Blood stained tears run acid yellow |
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In the shade of the skeleton tree |
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In the scope of time, it was only yesterday ago |
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So lets change, lets change tomorrow |
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Bitter fruit dead weight |
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Bitter fruit dead weight |
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Bitter fruit dead weight, the future can't wait.. |
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Bitter fruit dead weight |
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Somebodys looking down, somebodys looking down, somebodys looking down |