Nickelback - Feed the Machine lyrics
[Nickelback - Feed the Machine lyrics]
Addressing those beneath from high above
Convincing his belief for what you love
Baiting every hook with filthy lies
Another charlatan to idolize
Is this suppression just in my mind?
No more questions, get back in line!
You pay with your life
The duller the knife, the longer it takes
But now it's your turn
The ashes will burn, and wither away
Leaving your bones out on the stones
Picking them clean and carving the truth
While harvesting you to feed the machine
The gears forever turn to grind the mice
Will you become the fuel for sacrifice?
Power absolutely all for show
The piper blows his flute and off you go
Is this obsession behind your eyes?
No more questions, get back in line!
You pay with your life
The duller the knife, the longer it takes
But now it's your turn
The ashes will burn, and wither away
Leaving your bones out on the stones
Picking them clean and carving the truth
While harvesting you to feed the machine
Why must the blind always lead the blind?
Why do I feel like the fault is mine?
Why must the weakest be sacrificed?
No more questions, get back in line!
Pay with your life
The duller the knife, the longer it takes
But now it's your turn
The ashes will burn, and wither away
Leaving your bones out on the stones
Picking them clean and carving the truth
While harvesting you to feed the machine
To feed the machine
Convincing his belief for what you love
Baiting every hook with filthy lies
Another charlatan to idolize
Is this suppression just in my mind?
No more questions, get back in line!
You pay with your life
The duller the knife, the longer it takes
But now it's your turn
The ashes will burn, and wither away
Leaving your bones out on the stones
Picking them clean and carving the truth
While harvesting you to feed the machine
The gears forever turn to grind the mice
Will you become the fuel for sacrifice?
Power absolutely all for show
The piper blows his flute and off you go
Is this obsession behind your eyes?
No more questions, get back in line!
You pay with your life
The duller the knife, the longer it takes
But now it's your turn
The ashes will burn, and wither away
Leaving your bones out on the stones
Picking them clean and carving the truth
While harvesting you to feed the machine
Why must the blind always lead the blind?
Why do I feel like the fault is mine?
Why must the weakest be sacrificed?
No more questions, get back in line!
Pay with your life
The duller the knife, the longer it takes
But now it's your turn
The ashes will burn, and wither away
Leaving your bones out on the stones
Picking them clean and carving the truth
While harvesting you to feed the machine
To feed the machine