| You're in trouble now | |
| This shit's going underground | |
| This ain't a place you've been before | |
| You'll get spun around | |
| Till you're white as a clown | |
| Bombs going up | |
| While we're living in this war | |
| This war Don't bite the hand that feeds | |
| Expecting to succeed | |
| Don't bite the hand that feeds | |
| Never doubted to believe [x2] | |
| In a tomb of your sin | |
| I've taken these words within | |
| And they ruminate 'round my mind | |
| Dig myself on the ground | |
| Can you hear me now | |
| Hope you don't like what you find | |
| What you find | |
| Don't bite the hand that feeds | |
| Expecting to succeed | |
| Don't bite the hand that feeds | |
| Never doubted to believe [x2] | |
| I can feel the bass and it's making my nose bleed [x8] | |
| I can feel the bass and it's making my nose bleed... | |
| Don't bite the hand that feeds | |
| Expecting to succeed | |
| Don't bite the hand that feeds | |
| Never doubted to believe [x2] |