| Song | The Hand That Feeds |
| Artist | Trash Talk |
| Album | Shame |
| 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. | |
| Kill or be killed. | |
| Sin or be blessed. | |
| Bite of the hand. | |
| Taste of the flesh |