| 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 honor 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
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| 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
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| 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 honor of you
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| Blood stained tears run acid yellow
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| In the shade of the skeleton tree, tree
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| In the scope of time, it was only yesterday ago
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| So let’s change, let’s 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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| Somebody’s looking down
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| Somebody’s looking down
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| Somebody’s looking down
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| Bitter fruit, dead weight
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| Bitter fruit, dead weight
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| Bitter fruit, dead weight
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| Bitter fruit, dead weight
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| Bitter fruit, dead weight
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| Bitter fruit, dead |