Songtext von The Hand That Feeds

Pushed to the corner Back on the wall Your next move Grit on your teeth? Or just bottle up again? Bite the hand that feeds? If you never say a word You will never make a stand If you never start a fire There will never be a storm If you never say a word There will never be a fucking storm Your history of defeat Is written within your scars Your fears are holding you back You will never make a difference Make the first step Break out of your old patterns Bite the hand that feeds! Even its your own