Type Three - Anberlin

I have my reasons for the vices I embrace

A world of treasons and I’m their only escape

No one else here has conversations that drowned their head

16 is nothing and never will be til I am dead

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby

Take hold the hand that needs you lately

I don’t want to wait, I don’t want to 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 want to hold

Something that was never meant to be mine

I look to heaven to save me

And you call me naïve

Rather been a hopeless lover

Than cursed with disbelief

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby

Take hold the hand that needs you lately

I don’t want to wait, I don’t want to 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

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby

Take hold the hand that needs you lately

I don’t want to wait, I don’t want to wait on you anymore

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby

Don’t fight the hands that need you lately