Devil's Snare

(album: Natives - 2015)

Blank faces stare into an empty screen
Profitable lies constricting you and me
If you can't feel the poison
If you can't feel the poison creeping into your bloodstream
How ignorant can you be?
How ignorant can you be?

Daughters of solace, sons of none
We need to come together and admit what we've done
The unravelling starts now, the end is nigh
The time for charades is over and the time for truth high

Yeah, forked tongues spitting lies now
You wanna know what I think?
You're just a coffin count
You've been trapped in Devil's Snare
Corporative slander
Force-fed propaganda
Filthy rich from the mistreatment of the masses
So wake the fuck up to the world you exist in
Slave to the wage, expending life without living
Tell me where to place my trust 'cause I am lost at the thought

In a consumerist world, we will consume ourselves
In a consumerist world, we will consume

Daughters of solace, sons of none
We need to come together and admit what we've done
The unravelling starts now, the end is nigh
The time for charades is over and the time for truth high

We've seen the natives evicted from their homes
The skyscrapers dance upon their precursor's bones
If all you care about is which puppet dances best
Then wake up, find clarity in disgrace
We need to congregate

In a consumerist world, we will consume ourselves