Bitter fruit, hangs under the care of the skeleton tree
Its roots rust above the settling dust
Which will rise and fall
Only the tide will not return
Bitter fruit, dead weight
This world must change
The name on your grave wasn't born of you
Handcuffed, held down by an iron tattoo
Burning a cross in honor of you
Blood stains, tears run, acid yellow
In the shade of the skeleton tree
Bloodshot eyes, blind
A motherless child more dead than alive,
Left drowning for breath, silent screams fill the air
With mercy on your lips
Death became an angel in your grace
Bitter fruit, dead weight
This world must change
Bitter fruit, dead weight
This world must change
The name on your grave wasn't born of you
Handcuffed, held down by an iron tattoo
Burning a cross in honor of you
Blood stains, tears run, acid yellow
In the shade of the skeleton tree
In the scope of time it was only yesterday, ago
So let's change, let's change tomorrow
Bitter fruit, dead weight
This world must change
Bitter fruit, dead weight
The future can't wait
Somebody's looking down
Somebody's looking down

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