Got your branches at the root
But all that blooms is bitter fruit
Cut your branches at the root
It only gave me bitter fruit
But all that blooms is bitter fruit
Cut your branches at the root
It only gave me bitter fruit
I was conceived in a red rage 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 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 got you, got you at the root
I gotta save my soul from the bad in you
I got you, got you through & through
You only ever gave me bitter fruit
I gotta save my soul from the bad in you
I got you, got you through & through
You only ever gave me bitter fruit
Oh and it grew like a shockwave
And I was blind, silent
The fruit that your love gave poisoned my mind
And I was blind, silent
The fruit that your love gave poisoned my mind
I got your branches at the root
I gotta save my soul from the things you do
I cut your branches through & through
But still I only taste that bitter fruit
I gotta save my soul from the things you do
I cut your branches through & through
But still I only taste that bitter fruit
Down to the bone
All my love is cut in a single blow
Gone, and I know
All my love is cut in the seed I sow
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
Ha
All my love is cut in a single blow
Gone, and I know
All my love is cut in the seed I sow
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
Ha
I got your branches at the root
You only ever gave me bitter fruit
I cut your branches through & 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
You only ever gave me bitter fruit
I cut your branches through & 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
Ash & Ice
- Doing It To Death
- Heart Of A Dog
- Hard Habit To Break
- Bitter Fruit
- Days Of Why And How
- Let It Drop
- Siberian Nights
- Echo Home
- Hum for Your Buzz
- That Love
- Impossible Tracks
- Black Tar
- Whirling Eye
The Kills texty
- 1. The Last Goodbye
- 2. Future Starts Slow
- 3. Tape Song
- 4. Doing It To Death
- 5. URA Fever
- 6. Cheap and Cheerful
- 7. Baby Says
- 8. Last Day Of Magic
- 9. Black Balloon
- 10. Goodnight Bad Morning