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