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Hand That Feeds lyrics
Struck down like dogs. You live on hand and knee and wait for nothing.
A tangled mass of flesh and teeth, bite back the hand that feeds.
The song remains the same: stillborn unto their pain.
Submission stretched from head to toe across your lifeless frame.
Kill or be killed.
Sin or be blessed.
Bite of the hand.
Taste of the flesh
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- Track 1 on Trash Talk
- 2 Birth Plague Die
- 2 Well Of Souls
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