The Hand That Feeds

No shame No remorse Personal gain the only goal Others turn a blind eye I see right through The dollar sign conquers all Moral nowhere to be found Taking the streets as your throne Watchful and ready to bleed everything dry Bite the hand that feeds Never justified Law of karma ready to attack When the hour comes I’ll laugh in your face Once living Once breathing Now just another dying disgrace You bite the hand that feeds No shame Now living on your knees If you looked to the future you didn’t look far It’s either six feet under or behind bars Can’t repair the damage to your fellow man How you living with yourself I’ll never understand Terrorizer with a straight face Endless hate you can’t erase Hammer of justice swinging your way When the hour comes I’ll laugh in your face No grounds for pity All on your own Cornered like a dog Your back is to the wall You bite the hand that feeds No shame Now living on your knees Hammer of justice swinging your way When the hour comes I’ll laugh in your face No grounds for pity All on your own Cornered like a dog Your back is against the wall Dropping to the ground Weight of the world bearing down