Resistor

I bite the hand that tries to feed me I make a fist when forced to pray And even though you can't resist me I'll find a way to feel ashamed I let my tongue loose when I need too I'll bury all the names And when the liars make their comeback I'll stick the beasts in the grave The overture is less concerned with what I want The overture is immature but I'll mourn my loss Although I will never get another chance Will never know what to do And yet I start This brand new life that's also full of shit A tad bit different But here I am