Cut you branches at the root
That long have grown that bitter fruit
Cut your branches at the root
That only gave me bitter fruit

I was conceived in a red rage, from a wild love
I am the seed of a dead age, gone viral
Those feelings I've tried to shake, all my life long
But the demons I'm keeping, are hard to face
When you hide them, so long

I gotta cut you at the root
I gotta save my soul from the bad in you
I gotta cut you through and through
You only ever gave me bitter fruit

Oh and it grew like a shockwave
And I was blindsided
The fruit that your love gave
Poisoned my mind up

I cut your branches at the root
I gotta save my soul from the things you do
I cut your branches through and through
But still I only taste that bitter fruit

Down to the bone
All my love was cut in a single blow
Gone, and I know
All my love was cut in the seed I sowed

I could pray, but can't you see?
The kind of things I pray for are cursing me
I could praw, but can't you see?
The kind of things I pray for
The kind of things I need

I cut your branches at the root
That only ever gave me bitter fruit
I cut your branches through and through
Still I only taste that bitter fruit

I could pray, but can't you see?
The kind of things I pray for are cursing me
I could pray, but can't you see?
The kind of things I pray for
The kind of things I need