My Sister's Machine Feed
(Pollock/Wright/Ivanovich/Gohde) 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 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 a 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 Look at 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 =======
