Lyrics Smoke And Mirrors - The Receiving End Of Sirens

Smoke And Mirrors

The wolves wear the wool
Of the sheep the have fooled
And preach their code of conduct:
«You've gotta push that, push that product»
We’ll live in fear, for coats they may sheer
The fleecing of a fleeting flock
You may have my wool,
You may have my locks
But my voice you have not
My voice you have not
We’re sitting ducks, with feathers plucked
You hide your fangs so cleverly dear
You sing your songs so prettily
I’ll never fall for the hook, line and sinker, your smoke and mirrors
I wont ever take the bait, I’ll never fall for those formats and figures.
Your greedy fingers won’t ever get their hands on me
Hey boy, you best look out
«Ooh, we’ll have you.»
Pay mind to those greedy people climbers
They’re licking their lips at you
They’ll crush and they’ll claw
Their way to the top
Your legs are just ladders to them
Your head’s just another step man
On you like a rash
On you like a rash
Even though you hide your fangs so cleverly dear
You sing you songs so prettily dear
Your most gentle call
Your most soothing song won’t lead this sheep astray
All these suits with big black lives
Can’t put me on the company’s dime
I won’t be bought
No I won’t be sold
All these greasy palms and greedy hands
All my supply all your demand
I’m not you whore
And I won’t be your Babylon