...And Their Consequence

We are not born with hate It’s learned and observed as we grind out our days Handed down from those held close The ones we are supposed to trust the most Sins of the father, continued legacy or learned lesson? No, this must go no further [Pre-Chorus] Scripts handed down to those held close They’ll be the ones to pay for the path we chose Scripts handed down to those held close They’ll be the ones to pay for the path we chose [Chorus] That angelic child, a perfect prayer in heart "Let no bad happen. Let no bad happen" She ran out of her room, tiny soft white womb "Daddy, please stop hurting Mommy It scared me so bad when I saw her in that hospital bed Please, daddy, I'm getting scared again Say: I love you. Say: I'm sorry. (I'm so sorry) Let's just go to bed." [Pre-Chorus] Scripts handed down to those held close They’ll be the ones to pay for the path we chose Scripts handed down to the ones held close They’ll be the ones to pay for the path we chose [Chorus] That angelic child, a perfect prayer in heart "Let no bad happen. Let no bad happen." The coldness of man looked down on innocence Hate blinding his compassion Turned his rage on his child Left lifeless among the presents Father-given Son-received Dark red flows down the family tree Father-given Son-received Red flows down the family tree [x2] (Father-given Son-received Red flows down the family tree) We can break the legacy of rage The same evil that lay innocence to waste Love and forgiveness can break the chains We must not pass down our father's sin Before they have even begun to live, mar our children Our sons must not inherit our shame Be the one to turn the page I beg you I beg you I beg you I beg you