Heirloom

Don't be fooled by the fallacy Born in hearts full of contempt That we imperfect seeds' only potential Lies in breeding these worthless weeds Left to unravel our ambition from inhibition We're convinced that we've taken root in sterile ground Left perpetually bound Imperfect seeds taking shape in the soil Never choosing the places we're sown The Earth, an Heirloom Heiress of a life in bloom Forgive us, Mother We're engraving scars on a perfect womb They say the meek will inherit the Earth But the ground they've left us is barren cold We inherit the soil But you poison the roots from which we grow Imperfect seeds taking shape in the soil Never choosing the places that we're sown The Earth, an Heirloom Heiress of a life in bloom Forgive us, Mother We're engraving scars on a perfect womb The Earth, an Heirloom Heiress of a life in bloom