Deep and sombre slow Rock ballad
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Torn between, love and hate, dependence and independence. Another remix of an archive song.
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What can you do when you've bit off more than you can chew.
Did you bite off the hand that fed odium, lies, fear and dread.
That cold pointing finger, that made fun of you, those hard, digging nails never breaking.
Did you bite off the hand that caressed, unseen in the night like a spirit possessed.
A palm, heavy laden with tangible doubt from stirring the pain and the aching.
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How did you bite off the hand that sustained ya, bit it right off at the wrist.
Did the taste linger from each boney finger and how will you ever exist.
How did you bite off the hand that had nourished
constant appendage-like weapon to never again make a fist.
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What can you do when you bit off more than you can chew
How did you just take a bite of the hand that inflicted a smite.
That took as it gave from the cradle to grave, with the clutch of a snake in the grass.
Did you bite off the hand that had stroked, imparting its love while it choked
on a diet of love laden honey and acid that might tarnish brass.
What can you do when you bit off more than you can chew?
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