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*cking 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
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Performed By: Boy Sets Fire
Written by: CHAD ISTVAN, DARRELL HYDE, JOSHUA LATSHAW, MATT KRUPANSKI, NATHAN GRAY
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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*cking 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
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*cking 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
Writer: CHAD ISTVAN, DARRELL HYDE, JOSHUA LATSHAW, MATT KRUPANSKI, NATHAN GRAY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY