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 their worth   Dig your grave now and save them the trouble   Tie yourself down to the 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 improved   Jack booted thugs   We've lost direction   Senses rot away   Kneel and beg for safety   Just forget the whip marks on your back