Hand that feeds

Everybody wants a hand to feed them

But everybody wants to take a bite

Nobody sees what’s underneath it

Oh underneath the lies they’ve all told

We’re all trying to survive in this dead and cold home, but we’re all too busy being somebody else

Forgetting who we were, forgetting what we wanted oh too busy living someone else’s dream

While we’re wasting away listening to what we should and shouldn’t do,

All these “New Ideas” aren’t original

We had ideas, we had our own dreams

But as we all know, people like to bite the hand that feeds

We’re all trying to survive in this dead and cold home, but we’re all too busy being somebody else

Forgetting who we were, forgetting what we wanted oh too busy living someone else’s dream

Too busy forgetting who we were, too busy forgetting our own ideas

Oh to busy, to busy living someone else’s dreams