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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 f**king 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