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