Feed The Machine
Nickelback

Feed The Machine

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!

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
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!

Why must the blind always lead the blind?
(Get back in line, get back in line)
Why do I feel like the fault is mine?
(Get back in line, get back in line)
Why must the weakest be sacrificed?
No more questions, get back in line!
(Just get back in line)