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