Текст песни Bitter Fruit - The Kills

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 cage, from a wild love
I am the seed of a dead age, gone viral
Those feelings 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, oh oh
The fruit that your love gave
Poisoned my mind up, oh oh
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 seed 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 kind 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
But 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 pray for
The kind of things I need
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
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