(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



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