Blinded By Faith Barcode Blindfold
Everyday, every minute, everywhere
We are assailed by appeals to consumption
Always the same song with a few variations:
“You must buy…you must buy…”
You must buy a cage to trap the beast within
You must buy revolvers to sleep well
You must buy a house with bullet-proof doors
You should even buy a fake wife to wax your floors
You must buy this new car to go far
You must buy that new pool to be cool
(and soon you’ll rent the sky to hang yourself with
your tie or maybe slash your wrists with a loaded
credit card)
You need more and more shit to be wise
You must buy more stuff to looks nice
(And soon you’ll need a psy ‘cause you’ll be wondering
why your whole existence is so devoid of sense)
[Chorus:]
What you get ain’t what you see
Publicity deforms reality
Use your f..cking brain cells
To get rid of the barcode blindfold
What you get ain’t what you see
Don’t shut your mouth, don’t let it be
It’s now or never, the brainwash is over
Take off the barcode blindfold
They will turn garbage into gold,
They will sell cosmetics for your soul,
Instant pleasure and plastic love,
They might even solve what can’t be solved
Top-one illusion for a limited time
Packaged paradise and chap peace of mind
Wake up and tear down the screen
We’re not living in a f..cking dream.
[chorus]
