In the shadows of the city lights
A game of power, a silent fight
Behind closed doors, they conspire
Feeding the flames of our desire
A game of puppets, alive and free
We take what's ours, and feed the hand
Feed the hand that bites you
Feed the hand that bites
Feed the hand that bites you
Feed the hand that bites
Promises made, but truths denied
We swallow their words, our tongues are tied
The masses restless with awakening eyes
We seek the truth, no more disguises
A game of puppets, alive and free
We take what's ours, and feed the hand
Feed the hand that bites you
Feed the hand that bites
Feed the hand that bites you
Feed the hand that bites
Go