They don't even have to kick down our doors

We let them in with a smile and a thank you

Media ingrained police state

Our fears create the cycle of reliance

And if you think for one fucking second

That they're not bleeding you for all you're worth

Dig your grave and save them the trouble

Tie yourself down to their fairy tales

The holocaust will not be televised

That is unless it becomes marketable

In the market of fear

In the market of flesh and blood

Sold to you by the new

And improved Jack-booted thugs

We've lost direction, senses rot away

Kneel and beg for safety

Just forget the whip marks on your back