do_While(True)

All these roots run deep, and this tree is old. This trunk is rotten, all these leaves have mold. Is it in our blood? Or is it from abuse? Past generations, legacy of misuse? I know my blood runs hot, and I've seen my blood is thick. I'm told my bloods not sweet, and I cry, "My soul is sick." We are the childern of childern, and we're handing down their pain. The root of all evil, is the sanity left to gain?

We were the victims, we were the culprits, we were the children who cry at night. We are the hunted, and we do the hurting, we are the children who cry at night.

The fathers' father's father may have made this truth, or was it in his blood, this legacy of abuse? We're the children of children, and we're handing down there pain. The root of all evil, is the sanity left to gain?

We were the victims, we were the culprits, we were the children who cry at night. We are the hunted, and we do the hurting, we are the children who cry at night.

All these roots run deep, and this tree is old. This trunk is rotten, all these leaves have mold. Is it in our blood? Or is it from abuse? Past generations, legacy of misuse?

We were the victims, we were the culprits, we were the children who cry at night. We are the hunted, and we do the hurting, we are the children who cry at night.
We were the victims, we were the culprits, we were the children who cry at night. We are the hunted, and we do the hurting, we are the children who cry at night.