Inner Surge - The Monroe Doctrine lyrics

Shot dead. Stopped Flames Lights Snuffed out For reasons publicly undefined Malcolm is on stage tonight Fred Hampton is in bed doing fine An unplanned development At the end of an era A feast of decline The poor crawling naked Outside of god's shrine Put on your preacher's suit And paint your face on We're going profiteering Sing our little song I can feel my blood boil Burning deep inside like oil At the end of an era A feast of decline The poor crawling naked Outside of god's shrine Put on your preacher's suit And paint your face on We're going profiteering Sing our little song The patriots are thirsty Feed them some PR We want the young fat ones To soak up the scars More stats for the frontlines A financial war Economist armies To deal with the poor Sometimes when you k** a man He speaks through other mouths He becomes an army He arranges a crowd Score another point for the herd mentality Praise irrelevant myths Pervert morality Forced rituals d**h in perpetuity Cover up truths To form your own history Lining up at your door We won't wait anymore To break down the Master's house They say you can't use his tools But if a tool's the right one It's the one I will use They say "Let the small people debate Hum a familiar note Watch them salivate Let the small people obey Hum a familiar note Frame the debate"