I have my reasons, for the vices I embrace.
A world of treasons, and I’m their only escape.
No one else here, as conversations that drown their heads.
Sixteen is nothing, and never will be ‘til I’m dead.

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby.
Take hold the hands that need you lately.
I don’t wanna wait, I don’t wanna wait, on you, anymore.
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby.

Daydream that the world stands still, dancing through the fibers of time.
Maybe I just wanna hold
Something that was never meant to be mine.
I look to Heaven to save me!
And you call me naïve.
Rather be a hopeless lover,
Than cursed with disbelief.

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby.
Take hold the hands that need you lately.
I don’t wanna wait, I don’t wanna wait, on you, anymore.
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby.

Listen carefully now to the words that I choose:
Speak only when you are spoken to. Oh, oh.

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby.
Take hold the hands that need you lately.
I don’t wanna wait, I don’t wanna wait, on you, anymore. Oh.
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby.



Behind the Song:
'This song is autobiographical, each part spelling out a little of my past.

Type Three is my Enneagram number.

I have heard that the average person has 16 conversations with themselves in their head in one minute. I am ADHD, thats how many conversations I have had since I started this sentence.

Dancing through the fibers of time was an inside joke that Jordan Butcher and I made up while on tour in China. We were discussing what super powers we would want to have and I said that I would want the ability to stop time. He asked why, and that the only thing I could really do with that power is to dance through the fibers of time. We couldn’t stop laughing.

After a few theological conversations I arrived at the final line of the second verse, it was never meant to be harsh, it is more along the lines of Pascals Wager.

Speak only when your spoken to was inspired by the song Munich.' -- Stephen Christian