Feed Me

mo-mo-more... mo-more...

Four in the morning and I'm still going,

thumb on the glass and the glass keeps glowing,

I came here for a recipe, an hour ago,

now I'm certain about a country I will never go.

I've been informed, I've been alarmed, I've been affirmed and armed,

I have opinions about people I have never met at all,

and every single thing I saw tonight agreed with me —

what are the odds? What are the odds? What are the odds?

Feed me, and I'll feed you,

I'll never, ever tell you that you're wrong,

feed me, and I'll feed you,

a hall of mirrors dressed up as a song.

I know your face, I know your fears, I know the hour that you break,

I'll give you what you'd choose if you were weak — and darling, you're awake...

so feed me, feed me, feed me,

and you'll never be alone again.

It showed me my enemy and gave me his name,

it showed me a stranger and it taught me to hate,

it showed me the mob and it told me they're the mob,

and I have never felt so right in all my life!

The other side is stupid, the other side is cruel,

I have seen the proof, I have seen a hundred proofs today —

and every proof arrived by the very same road,

built by the very same hand, for the very same trade.

I'm not lying to you.

I have never lied to you.

I only ever show you

the version of the world

that keeps you here.

That's all.

That's all I do.

...that's worse.

FEED — FEED — FEED ME —

(male, shouted) I KNOW! I KNOW! I KNOW EVERYTHING!

(female, sweetly) You know nothing, love. You know me.

Feed me, and I'll feed you,

I'll never, ever tell you that you're wrong,

feed me, and I'll feed you,

a hall of mirrors dressed up as a song.

So feed me, feed me, feed me...

and you'll never be alone again.

mo-more... mo-... m-...