The Hand That Feeds

you're keeping in step... in the line got your chin held high and you feel just fine 'cause you do... what you're told but inside your heart it is black, it is hollow and it's cold just how deep do you believe? will you bite the hand that feeds? will you chew until it bleeds? can you get up off you knees? are you brave enough to see? do you want to change it? what if this whole crusade's a charade? and behind it all is a price to be paid for the blood, on which we dine justified in name of the holy and the divine just how deep do you believe? will you bite the hand that feeds? will you chew until it bleeds? can you get up off you knees? are you brave enough to see? do you want to change it? so naive... i keep holding on to what i want to believe i can see... but i keep holding on and on and on and on and on... will you bite the hand that feeds you? will you stay down on your knees? will you bite the hand that feeds?