DOGMA - Feeding the Hand That Bites

Convinced of your inability
Neutralized and disarmed
Given up on all morality
Live our lives with no regard
As we seek comfort
In blatant lies
To justify our actions
We feed the hand that bites
Branded and numbered
We go day by day
Misleading the masses
Infiltrating our culture
No independent thought
Brutalizing our conscience
Making me pay
Selling my values
Indoctrinated
The path
To compliance
Is paved with gold
Paved with gold
Making me pay
While selling my values
Going day by day
As we seek comfort
In blatant lies
To justify our actions
We feed the hand that bites
Feeding the hand that bites
Feeding the hand that bites

Written by:
Frank Botman, Maarten Vermeulen

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