Bitter fruit hangs under the care of the skeleton tree

Its roots rest above the settling dust

Which will rise and fall, only this time will not return



Bitter fruit dead weight, this world must change



The name on your grave, was it born of you?

Handcuffed, held down by an iron tattoo,

Burning a cross in honour of you,

Blood stained 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, was it born of you?

Handcuffed, held down by an iron tattoo,

Burning a cross in honour of you,

Blood stained tears run acid yellow



In the shade of the skeleton tree



In the scope of time, it was only yesterday ago

So lets change, lets change tomorrow



Bitter fruit dead weight

Bitter fruit dead weight

Bitter fruit dead weight, the future can't wait..

Bitter fruit dead weight



Somebodys looking down, somebodys looking down, somebodys looking down