Zero Down - Bite The Hand That Feeds

Bite The Hand That Feeds

I have no interest in self-preservation, emptiness is like an old friend.
I have no moti have or any inclination, of doing anything for any one again.
I have been the patsy, I have been the fool,
I have been the scapegoat, no w all of that is through.
Dont want to sit and wonder when the end is near,
dont want to kno w where I will be in 20 years.
Because I bite the hand that feeds.
Easy to call me selfish, after years of nurtured apprehension.
I have no shame I take the blame, no more subordination.
I gave up my self-esteem for a false security,
and foolishly I chased that dream, that had to be force fed to me.
I play no part in hope that dwindles, reality is such a change of pace.
I see things no w for what they are, and reality is such a different place.
Nostalgia such a waist of time, so much life left to live.
I can not dwell on yesterday, I gotta take as much as I give.