.(Verse 1)
You draw me to the shelter of your killing comfort.
I follow like a stupid child reaching for the gun.
I: weasy and half-spent to sacrifice the truth for,
Promises of self-displeasures that never fill the hole.
(Chorus)
You must bite the hand that feeds you.
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