Cursive - Devourer
'Devourer' is a knotty, visceral listen.

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Lyrics
Life lived with blinders on Only looking out for number one Radio's skewed to his point of view Of the good old days when the good ol' boys ruled
Winter came, the workplace changed They're not allowed to pontificate Hate speech used to be "shootin' the shit" 'Til the snowflakes covered their bully pulpit
Trapped in the ignorance We're living in our own prison system Walls up, keep the wolves at bay
Barricades Barricades
White flight, a new estate They gotta keep their little princess safe Up in the hills with a long commute No boogeyman to ruin their gorgeous purview
Round the clock surveillance Keep an eye on seedy elements You built a fortress to keep us out Could you ever be convinced that it's keeping you in?
Tear down entitlement Superiority's a prison complex Privilege was cooked up by the rich — oh, prisoner
Been a long time on the inside Been a long time locked in our own minds This is denial, this is our bliss, to live as prisoners Been a long time on the inside Been a long time locked in our own minds This is denial, this is our bliss, to live — I don't know how to break out
I was a middle class kid from the middle west I was the quintessential, sheltered innocent I didn't know what segregation meant — I didn't have to know — the world I knew Was white as snow And so I look back now at these severed towns All the hate they spread, simply not spreading out Fuck this denial, fuck their ignorant bliss
Barricades Barricades
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About this track
"Barricades" is a song by Cursive from the album Get Fixed, released in 2019. The song was written by Tim Kasher. It was produced by Mike Mogis.
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