The source is covered by a screen of decay
All of my pretty friends have withered away
What you do not see
To a vast degree
Is growing at your feet
On the filth we choke
From the smokestacks toke
Just trying hard to breathe, we sing
Feed me to feed you
Feed me to feed you
Feed me to feed you
Feed me to feed you
Life fluids tainted from the bulk of your waste
Our fragile insides twist & burn from the taste
What you need to do
Is adopt the view
That you depend on us
As the gold coins stack
& the skies turn black
Still no one asking why, we cry
Feed me to feed you
Feed me to feed you
Feed me to feed you
Feed me to feed you
You need - us for our seed
If we all bleed, you bleed too
What will - be your last kill
Shall it be milled, in the sun?
Feed me to feed you
Feed me to feed you
Feed me to feed you
Feed me to feed you
