Bite The Hand That Feeds

I have no interest in self-preservation
Emptiness is like an old friend
I have no motive or any inclination
Of doing anything for any one again

I've been the patsy, I've been the fool
I've been the scapegoat, now all of that is through
Don't want to sit and wonder when the end is near
Don't want to know where I'll be in 20 years

Because I bite the hand that feeds

Easy to call me selfish
After years of nurtured apprehension
I have no shame I take the blame
No more subordination

I gave up my self-esteem for a false security
And foolishly I chased that dream
That had to be force fed to me

Because I bite the hand that feeds

I play no part in hope that dwindles
Reality is such a change of pace
I see things now for what they are
And reality is such a different place

Nostalgia such a waste of time
So much life left to live
I can't dwell on yesterday
I gotta take as much as I give

Bite the hand that feeds
Bite the hand that feeds
Bite the hand that feeds