A Spider's Web

This world's so materialistic, our life just makes sense when we buy. You're just a part of the statistics when there's a red line on your bank account, you cash runs out. Half the population blinds their eyes. They pretend a credit gives them wealthiness, consume contest Just like a spider's web Just like a spider's web you try to get out but it holds you tighter Just like a spider's web Just like a spider's web you try to get out but it holds you tight like all of this borrowed existences, how can they sleep in the night. They are afraid when the bell rings. They're working half their lifes to bay it back, 'til heart attack Half the population blinds their eyes. They believe a credit gives them wealthiness, consume contest Just like a spider's web... you try to get out but it gets you tight like death...