family heirloom

Depression's an heirloom to our family
Every kid's taught that's just how they should feel
And I can't blame them for genetic insanity
But they could've at least tried to heal

They've seen how this ends
All either dead or suicidal
Still they stayed a part of the trend
And now I have to break the cycle

It's in our hearts, in our hearts
From the very start, very start
I'll take it apart, it apart
And use our blood for my art

In my childhood I grew up rapidly
Since I could read I've been overly aware
That writers love endings of tragedy
And most characters are fine with living in despair

I've seen how this ends
They're either dead or suicidal
I can't be a part of the trend
I guess I have to break the cycle

It's in our hearts, in our hearts
From the very start, very start
So I'll rip mine apart
And use our blood for my art

I hope the sparks of my music caught
And burned down each childhood house
And I hope those flames show somebody's daughter
That there is a happier route
It's hard to unlearn what's been taught
All the hatred and pain and self doubt
But if blood's that much thicker than water
What stops us from straining it out

Rip mine apart
Blood turns to art