Every tree has got her root and every girl forbidden fruit
And got her demons
And the path I chose to go, a different girl so long ago
I had my reasons

And she's in my head so loud and screaming
"Shouldn't you be proud of what you came from?
Oh, you've been crippled and you've walked 
And you've been shut up and you've talked so let's talk some more"

Where is the hand for me to reach?
Where is the moral I'll never teach myself?
In all the black, in all the grief, I am redeemed

And it's ripping at my heart because I'm dodging all these darts
And on a slow train
And then I'll wear it 'til it tatters and it shatters on the floor
In instant replay

Oh, we're all rotten and we're pure and we're just looking for a cure 
That feels like spring snow
And all we have is what we are and where we've been got us this far 
So let me go

Where is the hand for me to reach?
Where is the moral I'll never teach myself?
In all the grief, I am redeemed

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Where is the hand for me to reach?
Where is the moral I'll never teach myself?
In all the black, in all the grief, through all the pain and unbelief 
These are the words that they all scream
I am redeemed