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