"Feed" as written by and Nick/wright Pollock....
Ask man for a sacrifice
He'll give excuses
Look deep in his callous vices
It's what he's made of

It's me
I'm his greed

Look not to the face we're given
It's hidden deeper
Look in at the truth that's spoken
It's what we're made of

It's me, me, me
This is me

My love is a burning fire
My love is a cage
My love is a funeral pyre
We're coming down to what we feed

Breathe in that smokestack burning
This is the future
Take in the dead crack yearning
It's what we're made of

It's me
This is me

Ask man for a sacrifice
He'll give excuses
Look deep in his callous vices
It's what he's made of

It's me, me, me
This is me

My love is a burning fire
My love is a cage
My love is a funeral pyre
We're coming down to what we feed, feed, feed, feed

My love is a burning fire
My love is a cage
My love is a funeral pyre
We're coming down to what we

My love is a burning fire
My love is a cage
My love is a funeral pyre
We're coming down to what we

My love is a burning fire
My love is a cage!
My love is a funeral pyre
We're coming down to what we feed!
Feed! Feed! We feed!


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