Misery

I bit the hand that feeds
I'm sorry father
This is the tormented song of our past dreams
I bit the hand that feeds
I'm sorry father
This is the tormented song of our past dreams

Fill my heart from the inside out
Belief in you
I wont fall down

With the knife behind our back
I wont lie

We deny in front of your faces
I will not die.

Everything that I've done
Brings me one step closer