I think we're changing
And rearranging
Our vision blurring
Ideals are turning
Black
Thoughtless apologies
It's up to you what you believe
A living punching bag
For emotions left untapped
A blazing mess of chaos
Stirring up the balance
I bite the hand that feeds me
I'm lost inside this trance
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
It's not your fault though
Where my mind goes
And every sharpened word
Punctures your hardened heart
I guess it's hard to remove myself
From spiraling alone
You don't accept those excuses now
So I'll accept that you're gone
A blazing mess of chaos
Stirring up the balance
I bite the hand that feeds me
I'm lost inside this trance
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Eternally regretful
I'm eternally regretful
A blazing mess of chaos
Stirring up the balance
I bite the hand that feeds me
I'm lost inside this trance
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
I
Bite
The
Hand
