Blood on the Roots

Blood on the Roots

Innocent man for the guilty jury
Judged for the sake of decree
Innocence died and Hell broke free
He isn’t blind but you can’t see

Dead, the man who breathed life
Prune the tree with the sacred knife
Sin taken as the executioner’s wife
This one died for the sake of strife

Rotting failure of all mankind
Seek your end and ye shall find
Twisted tale and twisted noose
These and other obscene truths
How we could cast out, crucify, and kill one of our own
We deserve to drown, weighed down by sin’s stone