Some of our wounds Come from those around us While some are self-inflicted By thorns growing from within But the story remains the same Once we carry the hurt and shame All we can do is heal Or let it destroy us (Destroy us)
The wounds that we're left with We cannot control The curse of the pain Feels like all we know Until we find the strength Drawn from the roots below In blackened soil, new power grows New power grows
Sentenced to a lesser life For what we've been through? Or growing in ways that we Never thought possible before? Cutting off what can't survive So we can let our weakness die (So we can let our weakness die, die)
The wounds that we're left with We cannot control The curse of the pain Feels like all we know Until we find the strength Drawn from the roots below (roots below) In blackened soil, new power grows
Regeneration comes after death And virtue from rooting out damage Cut off what can't survive
The wounds that we're left with We cannot control The curse of the pain Feels like all we know Until we find the strength Drawn from the roots below (roots below) In blackened soil, new power grows New power grows