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