Cut your 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 feeling 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 seeds I sowed 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 king 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 pay for the kind of things I need