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