all these roots run deep and this tree is old but this trunk is rotten all these leaves have mold is it in our blood or is it from abuse past generations a legacy of misuse i know my blood runs hot and i ve seen my blood is thick i m told my blood s not sweet and i cry my soul is sick we re the children of children and we re handing down their pain the root of all evil is there sanity left to gain we were the victims and we were the culprits and we were the children who cried out at night and we are the hunted and we do the hunting and we are the children who cried out at night the father s father s father may have made this truth or was it in his blood this legacy of abuse children of children we re handing down their pain the root of all evil is there sanity left to gain we were the victims and we were the culprits and we were the children who cried out at night and we are the hunted and we do the hunting and we are the children who cried out at night all these roots run deep and this tree is old but this trunk is rotten all these leaves have mold is it in our blood or is it from abuse past generations a legacy of misuse we were the victims and we were the culprits and we were the children who cried out at night and we are the hunted and we do the hunting and we are the children who cried out at night we were the victims and we were the culprits and we were the children who cried out at night and we are the hunted and we do the hunting and we are the children who cried out at night