And so it starts again

I'm stolen from a dream

The simulation, looping my routine

They say there are no strings

But I still feel the leash

I'd lose everything, if I challenge the prestige

BITE! BITE! BITE! BITE!

But if you bite the hand that feeds

Sharpen up them teeth

Make sure that they bleed

BITE! BITE!

But if you cut the hands of thieves

Burn the webs they weave

Pray for sweet relief

BITE!

Sweet relief

BITE! BITE!

Don't kid yourself, you're a sucker

They play you and me against each other

Feeding while we suffer

Pray for sweet relief

They say there are no strings

But I still feel the leash

I'd lose everything, if I challenge the prestige

But if you bite the hand that feeds

Sharpen up them teeth

Make sure that they bleed

BITE! BITE!

But if you cut the hands of thieves

Burn the webs they weave

Pray for sweet relief

BITE!

Sweet relief

BITE!

But if you bite the hand that feeds

Sharpen up them teeth

Make sure that they bleed

BITE! BITE!

But if you cut the hands of thieves

Burn the webs they weave

Pray for sweet relief