Barcode Blindfold - Blinded By Faith

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)

What you get ain’t what you see

Publicity deforms reality

Use your fucking 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 fucking dream