I won't bite the hand that feeds me,
But I'll fight the man that bleeds me
Though the fear of him may sieze me
I won't let the terror freeze me
If we have a rightful reason
To commit an act of treason
Then I see no better season
To do more than put our pleas in
And so what if someone sees it?
Don't be quiet to appease it
To the system you don't matter
So be heard over the chatter
Can't you hear the summon pealing?
From the body comes the healing
Till the time of our releasing
Our resistance be increasing!
Apr 19, 2022
Apr 19, 2022 at 9:35 PM UTC
I won't bite the hand that feeds me,
But I'll fight the man that bleeds me
Though the fear of him may sieze me
I won't let the terror freeze me
If we have a rightful reason
To commit an act of treason
Then I see no better season
To do more than put our pleas in
And so what if someone sees it?
Don't be quiet to appease it
To the system you don't matter
So be heard over the chatter
Can't you hear the summon pealing?
From the body comes the healing
Till the time of our releasing
Our resistance be increasing!
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