Texty: Angie Stone. The Art of Love and War. Sometimes.

You're keeping in step in the line
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine
Because you do what you're told
But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold

Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?

What if this whole crusade's a charade
And behind it all there's a price to be paid
For the blood on which we dine
Justified in the name of the holy and the divine

Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?

So nave to keep holding on to what I want to believe
I can see but I keep holding on and on and on and on
Will you bite the hand that feeds you?
Will you stay down on your knees?