Текст песни The Hand That Feeds

Struck down like dogs. You live on hand and knee and wait for nothing.
A tangled mass of flesh and teeth, bite back the hand that feeds.
The song remains the same: stillborn unto their pain.
Submission stretched from head to toe across your lifeless frame.Trash Talk - The Hand That Feeds - http://ru.motolyrics.com/trash-talk/the-hand-that-feeds-lyrics.html
Kill or be killed.
Sin or be blessed.
Bite of the hand.
Taste of the flesh