(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  =======