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
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